• Through the past, the silence i so often listen to whispered a hundred different things. most often telling me things i didnt want to hear. things that hurt and put hurt in me. but now the silence speaks a hundred word and they are all words off encouragement. light is now the sun instead of something blinding. the night is now and just only a darkness filled with the idea of dreams. though these words mean nothing to others. they speak a bit of truth to me in a labrynith of lies and pain.