white noise

     All he could here was the white noise of static.

it started off as if in another room down the hall,

but was increasing to a furious pitch

that was like having a butcher knife 

slowly pushed through his temples into his brain.

he thought that if it didn't stop soon

he would surely lose his mind

at the very least, 

he would kill himself to end the agony.

the droning sound just kept on,

getting louder and louder with each nanosecond.

     And then..

suddenly,

it stopped.

Silence.

     He collapsed onto the floor

wet from sweat that had soaked right through his clothes.

when he opened his eyes,

timidly,

his heart still racing fiendishly,

he was shocked that nothing 

at all

seemed different.

nothing had changed.

the world around his was exactly as it always was.

people outside strolled the streets smiling.

birds sang,

sun shined.

he could hear kids playing outside, laughing.

     Maybe they didn't hear it?

     Maybe, he thought,

what was wrong

was 

    him.