If silence had a scent, it would smell like fumes. Can you imagine being in a car on a hot sunny day and suddenly the fumes are coming in and you can’t open the windows. The hot sunny day is nice but that’s the world and everyone oblivious to the situation. The car is my mind and the fumes are the thoughts that are smothering me. You are the windows and whilst you can see through to me, you are not opening the window for me to breathe.

Please open the window and reply to my message before it’s too late…