What does it mean Dead Silence?

There were silences I had come to relish. The silence of satisfied consummated love, where nothing is said, long after the heavy breathing has subsided and just before the moment is shattered by somebody speaking, the silence that speaks volumes of what we say when were not saying anything at all. I relied upon the silence of meditation where thought becomes reduced to mindless mantras never spoken, never whispered, but as the beating of my heart thump, thump, thumping in it's desperate calm mouths the silent words to mindless thoughts. I much preferred silences such as these rather than the silence so loud you can hear the tension grating across the vibrations, surfing the waves like angry gods, the silence of unresolved matters. I don't much care for silence that follows just entering a room full of people who seemed surprised and embarrassed to see you. As if they were saying something nasty about me just before I entered the room and now the silence, somewhat like the silence now, was numb and wilted but still alive and in that sort of silence it is nothing like the silence now.

The silence now I don't care for at all, as it seems that this is what silence truly is. Not a sound, not a look, no light no hope, nothing. The silence of silence, so silent even sound itself is silent as if it has died leaving in its wake the vacuum that sucked up all that came with sound. The silence is maddening, agonizing, deafening! I can't see a sound, can't hear a ray of light and all my thoughts are crippled and trapped inside the soundless prison of this moment. A moment so far past awkward, so distant from any hope of communication, not even a hint of weeping for the dead, not even celebration that its dead, it's just dead. Dead silence is all there is and I want to die right beside the silence but I can't. I sit still listening for some faint beating of my heart, some wisp of exhalation exiting my lips but nothing just the overwhelming mortality of this silence. I wish I could take it back. Unsay what I said but I can't. I said it, its been said and now here I am buried six feet under the weight of my own thoughtlessness drowning in the silence of the dead...dead silence.

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