white noise

this silence.
it's deafening.
there are echoes and screams. screams that penetrates the quiet, lone soul of a tiger drifting aimlessly through the woods cloaked under the darkness of the night.
there are echoes and screams inside. deep beneath the crevices and the abyss of seemingly growing infinite void hanging lost in a limbo, in a black hole, in a vacuum.
this silence.
it's deafening.