noise

sometimes when it's so quiet to the point where you can hear a pin dropping , the noises of memory and thought can get so unbearably loud.

For people who's pasts are tangled vines of unfinished stories without beginings or ends, Crossovers and fadeds parts, once they stop running these shadows come back to haunt you.

i can't be alone.
i hate the dark.

yet i feel lonely in a room full of people.