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A world of my own; where the silence echoes.

Right now, I am lying in bed. It's a busy day and it's noisy and loud outside my room's window. Cars' horns, people coming and going, and kids playing loudly. I stared and felt tired. The view could bring one headache and unease. 

I grasped for silence and inner peace while reaching to my hearing aids and decided to take them off. 
The striking difference made me feel those strong goosebumps in my spine and veins. 

My world. It's divine and peaceful in a way I can't describe. I knew how peace is never a simple word to describe. I knew how it's more than few actions between nations and its people. I knew Peace, the real peace that dissolved inside my inner gaps, healed my wounds and tenderly touched my scars. 

In this moment, I am not hearing anything. In this moment, my world is all about silence and its non categorised levels. The good part is how it kills my inner voices and unhealthy thoughts. It's strange how the silence beats everything in my world. I can't understand it, but I don't mind and I won't complain. 


In my world, the silence is always in touch with nature and its sounds. I can imagine sitting by the beach and actually start hearing the sound of gently collapsing waves and air breezes. I can imagine hearing the slapping wind and thunders' roars. It sounds more vivid that it seems, helping me mediate and dive deeply into every details of nature's sounds that I sometimes fail to hear. 
I can trace my heartbeats and hear them. Those unstoppable beats keep telling me that I am alive, and tracing them with my head proves that more. The fact that I can hear nothing but these rushes of blood is my only way to know that I am still there, still alive, breathing although I can hear nothing but silence. 
It's too quite, calm and deafening. It's too relaxing and unusual. It lacks the normal details because I put them myself. 

It's what I am living inside right now. It's a silent world; a world of my own.
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