I dont think I've related to someones writing as much as I do to this, in a very long time, its beautiful;
All I used to hear was silence. The steady pitter-patter of nothingness that filled my ears with its unbearable noise. The silence accompanied the way that memories slipped through my fingers like ragged silk, the way that thoughts would form and flash behind my eyes, and the way that an escape was quickly found then lost in half the time. Silence was the most unbearable noise. I would cover my ears and scream to ensure that it was drowned out. The echoes reverberated off of my skull and caused tears of pain to steam down from empty sockets of my once buzzing head. All power was lost. And the darkness was no longer electrifying and dangerous; it was dead – the electricity gone and the batteries exhausted. I could sense the ongoing blur of everyday life; the people, the constant moving – yet I was fumbling around in the darkness, lost and confused; taking nothing in, and giving nothing back. Then; there was a spark; a small light – briefly and then stronger – a spark of hope. Hope that not all was lost, that darkness was not the only thing in my life, that somewhere, out there; someone could rescue me.
Fumbling quicker and quicker, working myself into frenzy; I tried to ignite the fuse again. The spark gave me hope, and a purpose, and the darkness was becoming all too familiar for my liking – I needed change, something new, yet I needed the old energy back.
And suddenly, the spark ignited, and the generators started, and the sockets were shocked back to life and the darkness was lifted. I was electricity. Sealed with a kiss.