the silence is killing me..
the only thing heard is the unliving..
sound of the clock ticking..
sound of the wind blew from the fan..
sound from the light which is somewhat irritating..
sound of the clicking of pen or maybe pencil from the other side..
and perhaps the sound of something fell on to the floor..
as if there are no living thing..
as if there's not a single soul..
as if there are nobody..
perhaps this is the land of the unliving soul..