The Silence of Dying

Silence. 

The sound of danger. The sound I hear when it all goes black. 

Is there a sound for silence?

The negation of sound? 

Silence filled the house. It was thick. I was figuring out my steps as I embarked into a musty cloud of the unknown. This moment was my first encounter with the opaqueness of the unknown. I walked in and saw death glooming and hovering above. This is when the buzzing started for me. I left. I cried. I was in comatose. 

I stayed there for a long time. The comatose of opaque unknown. The known unknown. 

I realized then that everything was soft and malleable. We can manipulate ourselves into comfort. We can stay in comatose if we so choose. 

Now, I am choosing to look beyond the opaque because death did not survive that day.

The only thing that remains now is the silence.