Its silent but its not an empty silence. Not the kind that drowns out every other sound but the kind that makes you think. The birds drift like endless clouds aimlessly searching for a part of the sun. And you're just listening, listening to everything and nothing all at once. Thoughts are swimming swirling transforming right within your head. The outside world starts moving faster shapes become blurry eyes become less focused. Thoughts move haphazardly ideas are formed conclusions are made you're not thinking outside of the box or inside the box because the box does not exist. Anything is possible, the world is anyone's. And this is why it’s okay to shutup sometimes...