An endeavor that prolonged my existence, eluded my senses and deafen my ears. Yet you were not here to experience it. You first became silent, then absent. That is when I was teeming with silence the loudest! Now all I hear are the Echoes of Zilence!
Zilence: The screaming of silence by being absent. The only thing louder than silence, is absence.
I was just their when it happened. I have no sane recollection of coherentness. Not a bit of congruence, you and I. Its not insanity, but it is most definitely insane. Love is a feeling that most people spend their lives endeavored in, either searching for it, feeling it or falling out of it. I sense nothing of the sort. Even after doctors repaired my heart. I no longer hear it beating, no floor boards to hinder its pounding. I now listen to the Echoes of Zilence that you left! You know, the only thing louder than your silence was your absence and absence is the screaming of silence. Which is by my definition, Zilence!!
Zilence. Cant you hear the screaming of silence by them being absent?