Eerie silence

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 When you've been brought up in a chaotic environment, you learn that quietness is scary. 

Early on, you learn that silence is the result of disappointment and that its an indicator that something bad is going to happen. And you do anything to fill the pauses and unwelcome silence. 

The loudest noise drowns 

In eerie silence, however painful is where you will find solace.




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