Why
had Aural left people?
He
was sick of hearing them. He was tired of listening to what people were saying.
He was tired of listening to himself reply. Tired of complaining about what
they said. Listening to them chew, walk, sit, snore, breath, live.
He
found a cave and crawled, spiralling deep into the centre of the earth. To at
last find peace and quiet.
Sitting,
crossed-legged in the dark, he kept as still as possible, trying not to make a
sound.
Even
then, the silence was deafening.
He
heard his own breath, rushing through the intricate webbing that was his lungs.
Trying
not to breathe meant he heard his heart beat slowing due to the decrease in oxygen,
the roar of blood through his veins become more of a swoosh silence whoosh.
In
each of those silences, he now heard his nails growing, like a long, sad,
creaking mountain settling into place over hundreds of years.
Very
softly he hummed to himself, to block out the noise.
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
He
was at peace.
When
you are tucked up in bed at night and the silence is all you can hear,
throbbing in your ears, know it’s coming from below.
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