Notes: Written for mash100th's challenge 99: silence.
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Home was an idea, nothing more.
When you return, and you see these places, these people, frozen in time, you discover that you no longer belong here. Maybe you never did, but it was easier before, easier to hide behind the illusion.
You lie awake at night, and you are frightened to sleep, because you fear that you will wake to discover that the world has disappeared. You wonder why, then you realize�you can�t hear life anymore.
There is no sound, only the wind in the trees, and for the first time, the sounds of home no longer comfort you.