It is far too quiet here; the silence is almost deafening, and interwoven within the silence is an insurmountable desire for adventure.

Everything is quiet now, and I hate the quiet because alongside the silence, there exists an enormous potential for noise and adventure- for taking risks and having regrets and distracting ourselves from reality, yet everything remains quiet.

There is nothing new to talk about, and nothing new to do, and nothing new to feel. We are simply expected to sit back, relax and enjoy the quiet.