It is only in the stillness and in the quiet that you can hear your heart beating.
If you are quiet. And if you listen. You hear blood rushing. To a pulse. Your pulse.
Rush. Pause. Pulse, rush, pause.
In the quiet it is as calamitous as waves crashing on shore.
When it is the only sound you can hear, it is deafening.
And yet. It is proof of life. Proof that you are alive.
Sometimes...sometimes, it is the only proof in the world.
