Rain and in the quiet dark corner...

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It's almost 4:00 am and the rain is pouring outside. I listened intently as rain falls harmonically made sound as it hit the roof. As I lay down on my bed, all I can do is stare blankly around the four corners of my pitch dark room. Even as it is evident that people are fast asleep, I am alone in this noise in a quiet motion.

As of the moment, I don't like this kind of quiet. It feels so eerie that makes it so uncomfortable. I am not in the moment to feel the gloom, but it is now. There are screams I can hear from my head but those are what I don't want to listen to. There are things my mind are in thoughts of that needs resistance from. In this gloomy quietness is one of those kind of loud that I don't want to dwell in.
It's deafening.
Not comforting.
It could drive me insane.

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It's just me, my thoughts and emotions in this wee hours of time. Looked out only seeing a bit of ray of light coming from the bulbs of the neighborhood lights that shone through my darkened room. The light quite flashed and like a mirror showed me some reflections.

I kept still.

After that, now all I could wish for is my eyes to cooperate and have its rest. I can't bear this noise in this quiet dark corner, too loud. I want to escape from this state and deal with how, why, where and what it took me to. One at a time, slowly but surely. As I laid back, shaking off what had just happened and hit the sack...

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