Nothing, there is nothing. I look and grasp on to the thoughts that used to plague me, searching for myself within myself. But there is nothing, the memories are silent; the thoughts are like popping a bubble, empty.
"Hello? Am I in here somewhere? Answer me!"
My voice is gone, disappeared in the....what exactly I don't know. There is no wind to carry it away. Never has it been this way, I am scared and alone. The only feeling I have is the unending need to make some kind of noise, I cannot shake this need. It's like a hunger that cannot be stated, so I gorge myself. Stomping my feet, slamming the doors in the corridor of my mind, a crowbar finds its way into my hands. Smash everything in sight; leave nothing standing, noise I must find the noise. There are no vibrations to be had from the crowbar; if I did not see the mirror smash right in front of me I would not have known it shattered.
"Please make it stop!" still nothing.
Crazy I am going crazy, the crowbar is gone, and when did I