Silence. The sweet sound of serenity that allows for your mind to rest. Or the perfect environment to breed anxiety. The reason for clam or the reason for panic. Silence is the creator of sweaty palms and day dreaming of faceless enemies. You can be enlightened or frightened by it. It’s the sound you crave but once you have it, you fear it. It’s the thing that brings a grown man to his knees and women to a heightened state. Would you trust your twins playing with crayons in another room if all you heard was silence? Already too late.
YvetteLabecki
Quirky, in my 30's, recently married, chocoholic, cake baking, green thumb with a full tool box, knowledge of cars, country bumpkin living in the city embracing public transport while nursing inspirations to become an acknowledged writer/novelist in my spare time. Lack of the latter is my hurdle... I'm also a workaholic allergic to alcohol and any form or recreation drugs. So here is me, Vetti, facing the word 100% sober at all times with no excuses and no escape except in the world of my own imagination. Which, I can tell you consists of a constant running looney tune version of all the random things people say and do. I live and most probably will die by murphy's laws and all, as my darling husband puts it so plainly, "in your own Lunchbox".
Vetti's Lunchbox 
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