In Complete Silence

What kind of things run through your head.

...sitting,

...alone.

In an empty, huge room surrounded by white walls and a single hanging light.

 

damm. I shoulda cleaned my fingerprints off it.

 

Sex, of course. Silly question!

 

Depends. Is there any reason I'm there?

Chances are I'll be thinking of RT or recent events.
EDIT: Or sleep/sex.
EDIT: Actually my mind jumps a lot. I think about a lot of things.

 

Probably things that go on in my head on a regular day when I stare into dead space for hours at a time..

 

If you mean metaphorically speaking. There is never silence in my life. I can't stand silence. What do I think about while on my own? Not much really...normally if I can be arsed to go to the shop or not.

 

i'd start beating off

 

That sounds like my existence, or at least the existence I most enjoy while not around other people.

I think about everyday stuff.

 

You don't like silence..?

Why...

You don't like being alone and not hearing people babble or no noises...?

 

There is honestly and truly nothing better than silence.

 

Nope. I do not wonder lonely as a cloud.
Never really interested me.
But, I don't like babble or just "noise"...I am picky what I listen to.

 

Being in silence is not lonely... It's paradise...

Though perhaps it is because you are not comfortable with yourself and being alone with your thoughts...

 

The ending is "the bliss of solitude".
So, I know it isn't a lonely experience per se.
Just an attempt at incoporating some poetry.
Don't think i'll do that again.

I like to share my thoughts I don't like bottling them up (tis why I am here).
Perhaps there is an element of truth in what you say...I don't really want to be alone with my thoughts.
I am fairly comftable with myself though.
The biggest thing is, I don't have much patience.

 

The problem with silence is that I can hear all the voices in my head.
Debating whether television weathergirls should live or die.
If its really quiet, the ventriloquist's dummy yells the loudest.

.. and bad things happen..

 

NO,

Like if someone said you needed down time and locked you in a bright room, no windows, no furniture, just a light bulb that hanging down above you.

Kinda like:

 

Oh, I see. Fair enough.
At the moment i'd say I'd go bonkers.
But, I guess I might get used to it.
But I'd probably just end up counting things.

 

I like solitude but doesn't mean I bottle up my thoughts... Most of the time I don't share my thoughts too much with others unless we are having a conversation where I could share them, but that doesn't happen on a daily basis, I share my thoughts with myself.. Like brain battles perhaps, where i think them and then I ponder them and so on...


To each their own...

If I was stuck in that white room, I would at least hope to get a crayon cause if I didn't I would have to wait for my period to come so that I could draw on those walls...

 

I guess I can't explore my thoughts on my own. My brain doesn't seem to like that. Tis true: Each to their own.

 

vaginas. i think about vaginas.

also dinosaurs.

 

Vaginasaurs!

edit: not vagina sores.