Silence can have different ways of how they feel. Some can feel akward, like you can’t brake the silence or nasty things will come. It can feel crushing, like your suffocating within it. It can be as peaceful as the park on a cool afternoon with limited people. It could be annoying as well. Like you wish it to be louder with nose, but none comes. It all depends on your opinion and how you see the world.

_Ugh. There’s the objective version. Boring if you ask me. It’s my turn now to describe silence. _

_For me, slince with my two best friends are completely comfortable. But with my parents its mostly uncomfortable. In class its suffocating for me. Is the park ever really silent though? There’s always birds chirping or bugs making noise. If there isn’t, I would run. I don’t really ever eish for bouse. It gives me a headache. Unless, of course, I get to hear the voice of someone I care about. _