Like a white blank page. Waiting to be filled… But denied of any word or sound or anything such. Just silence…

A Café for thoughts, a place for them to meet and discuss, and argue.

– Where have the music gone?

– It was distracting Her I think.

In the silence, dreams and demons are let loose, and fights are inevitable. Inevitable and necessary.

Most people can’t stand silence. It irritates them, makes them uneasy. To them, silence is a gap, a hole that needs to be filled. If only they knew that emptiness doesn’t fill anything…

I hide in the silence. Wrap myself in it, like a blanket, and I wait for the end of the war.

Who will win this time, dreams or demons…