Silence is unachievable. Not just intangible, but heartbreakingly unachievable. There is always the low hum of electricity in the walls. There is always some creek or some shudder. I cannot reach silence. Maybe, the external world will still and hold its breath. What is left? The loudest sound. Louder than any crash, bang or boom. My thoughts will always prevail and they constantly scream and weep. In the quietest room, padlocked and bright reflecting off white, my thoughts still prevail. The real noise comes from inside.