"Silence is like trickling blood that slides down your face to stain it with wordlessness. I never really liked the haunting peacefulness of the quiet nights, you know? Some people think it is soothing when the moon looks over the calm city as its pulse slows down and people turn down the sound of their souls just by a little bit- to be turned up again when the sun descends upon the golden sands but, I never felt that silence is what peace is. Peace isn't always silence," he said, taking out the earbuds that were previously connected to his phone when he swayed to the music.

"When people bury their faces in a pillow, it seems like they are sleeping soundly but, what we do not know is that they might be muffling their screams. Yes, silence isn't enough to be mistaken with peace; one could have their lips sewn with sadness but, it would take us a single minute to say that they are at peace when they certainly are not. The sea of stars and tranquil oceans may paint a picture of soothing symphonies but, the truth that our mind have never been louder; our heart beats with deafening rhythms and we tap our feet to them. I guess, we will never know what peace is," she smiled mysteriously.