Sound

First piece of writing on here. Tell me what you think!

Do you ever wonder what you hear before you die?

I wonder.

 

I imagine drums.

Steady drums.

Steady drums that grow wilder and wilder.

Or maybe not wilder. Just louder. 

But they keep their speed and steadiness.

And then grow louder. 

And louder, 

and louder.

And then a whistling. As if you were going deaf.

And, as you hear this, you don’t question it.

You know you hear this because it is the end.

The true one.

 

You don’t even think about thinking twice.

 

 

Or, maybe, it’s just absolute silence.

So silent you can’t hear the air-conditioning, or the cars outside,

or the banging of the doors in the hallway, or the wind.

It’s just absolute silence.

Absolute sonic stillness.

You don’t even hear your body hit the floor.

 

 

Or maybe,

and this is the most probable,

you hear nothing.

As in nothing out of the ordinary.

You still hear cars honking,

you hear crickets chirping,

you hear the faint sound of your breathing,

you hear the rustling of you shoes on the carpet,

you see a flashing light,

the crickets stop chirping for a second and

silently resume.

 

 

 

How beautiful each option is.