When silence envelops me, I become a prisoner of such deep calm

When silence envelops me, I become a prisoner of such deep calm, That I hate the quiet that strips me bare, yet love it all the same. It strips everything of meaning, people, voices, even myself, And I begin to see the world through lifeless eyes, as if nothing matters, As if everything passes in a cycle of which I am not a part, an endless loop. Emotions seem pointless, noisy and weak, like lost echoes, I don't want them, I don't feel them, I don't need them to fill my soul with noise. All I desire is nothingness, to feel nothing, to be nothing, to disappear into the silence In which the world would drown if we all stopped making noise and tumult. I don't want comfort, I don't seek healing, only the silence that swallows you whole, That washes away every thought, every emotion, every name I've answered to, Until nothing matters anymore, because nothing of what was remains. It's a journey to a realm where silence is an ocean that gently envelops us, And where existence is just a shadow dissolving into eternal, mysterious quiet.