The sound of silence

It's 2.10 am on a rather dark Sunday morning. I sit here in my room, on my queen-sized bed in the middle of the night/morning in total darkness (except the light from my laptop that allows me to type out this post). I just finished watching You've Got Mail! AGAIN. I know. I've been watching it over and over and over again. I simply love that movie. Anyway, as I sit here in the almost total darkness, I hear nothing except the tapping of keypads as I write out this post.

I hate every moment before I sleep here. I am so used to hearing sounds before I sleep because back home, my windows are open rain or shine; day or night. But here, I can't simply leave the window open - not even a little peep. WHy? Because it's fcking cold, that's why! I hate the chilly winds that come in. It shivers the very bones of one's body. What I hate more than cold is the sound of silence. Do you know what I mean? That sound of nothing. It's like it's got an annoying high-pitched ring that can never go away. I absolutely hate it. I feel trapped, utterly irritated and helpless as it just can't go away. And that is why I sit on my bed writing this post about nothing and something all at the same time. Before I burn my thighs (NO, not with ultraviolet rays!) but with my laptop by writing more, I think I should stop and leave you with the lyrics of one of the best songs of the 60s and maybe of all time. (and they were more than just the Beatles of that era!-just so you know)

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turn my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never shared

No one dared

Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you"

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls

And whispered in the sound of silence