I’m almost there.
Isolating myself has been easy…almost too much so. Pulling away was silent, unobtrusive, unnoticed, unmourned.
The walls get thicker, more soundproof every day, as I brick up the path behind me. The only sounds I hear is the ticking of the clocks, the wet slap of mortar as I trowel it onto those laid before, the dull “squish” as I set the next brick into place. My defenses will not be torn loose so easily again.
And I nod to affirm that silent declaration.
Silence is an amazing weapon of self defense.
Interactions with the outside world are accomplished masked, outwardly pleasant, and brief out of necessity. The mask smiles, even laughs on occasion, tending to the daily needs, before retreating back into silence once removed when safely behind the bastion’s walls.
And no one notices the difference.
No one in the everyday sees behind the curtain.
Not anymore.
Only those trusted most, the secret, hidden, Chosen few know that which lies, frozen in silence, floating in Purgatory, until the day that comes bringing freedom.
I’m almost there.
Waiting in Silence.
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