in the whole universe

not a sound compares

to that of utter silence

eery to some

boring to many

yet reflective



and so here i am

at 1:06 am on a wednesday morning

flooded by silence

surrounded by silence

encompassed by silence

nothing but the sound of my own thoughts

the clock ticking on like

a determined steam engine on an incessant track

yet all i hear is silence

and the sudden creaks of the wooden stairs

begging me to sleep

the sound of my thoughts twirling to the nonexistent symphonies

that occupy every corner of my mind

Photo credits: The Guardian 

Written by

Hannah Williamson

Hannah Williamson, junior, has enjoyed reading and writing for as long as she can remember. She is excited to be able to further her abilities through the publication. In her free time, she enjoys playing softball with her teammates and spending time with her family. Hannah’s favorite book is John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars.