Silenced.

I was sitting there in a train next to plenty of strangers, all of us doing the same thing; minding our own thoughts in silence.
I use to go to bed at night and my mind would scream at me with memories or wishes or dreams.
Anytime I was quietly thinking, my ears seemed to ache with the pain of noise from the insight out.
I could barely see anything past the questioning thoughts and yearning images.
Then that one moment while I was sitting on the train, just like that... nothing.
No flash of passion with Jon. No memory of that bang song. No naive camo couple.
Nothing.
For the first time something ached more than the scream of noice.
Silence.