There's something about silence

I wonder if people ever noticed how fearsome silence actually was. A silence in nature would always lead to a storm, silence in a person leads to fear that something could be wrong, and silence in one's surroundings leads to madness. It was far too late for me to realize such things. Far far too late.

I've only come to see that it shouldn't have been darkness and emptiness that should be feared but the blinding white of silence. At least in the dark you see nothing but you could still hope that something would be there. There's still little hope that can motivate you enough to try to search for something. But in a white silent room, you see everything and the agonizing knowledge that nothing is there and that no one will hear you no matter how hard you scream or cry will always be on the back of your mind. The silence will consume you and leave you to your own thoughts where the most gruesome of tortures occur. And then your madness begins.