Zuihitsu: Empty
899
post-template-default,single,single-post,postid-899,single-format-standard,theme-borderland,eltd-core-1.1.2,woocommerce-no-js,borderland-theme-ver-2.2,ajax_fade,page_not_loaded,boxed,smooth_scroll,paspartu_enabled,paspartu_on_top_fixed,paspartu_on_bottom_fixed,vertical_menu_inside_paspartu,vertical_menu_enabled, vertical_menu_left, vertical_menu_width_290, vertical_menu_with_scroll,columns-3,type1,wpb-js-composer js-comp-ver-5.7,vc_responsive

Zuihitsu: Empty

For a while, there, it was empty.

The roads during my commute. The places where I went. Everything was just silent and the air felt somehow cleaner.

It made it hard to sleep. I’d wake in the middle of the night and hear no road noise from the nearby highways. No flights overhead. Silent and dark, it wore on my nerves. Not even any dogs barking. Nothing to break the quiet but the tinnitus.

Being tired the next day would just make the warped sense of isolation worse, but there was no real way to help it. Things had emptied out and taken the noise away.

The sunset was still beautiful. The empty park was strange.

Welcome to the next phase of life.

No Comments

Post a Comment