Traces of things

It got really quiet and stayed that way.
People’s ears adapted I suppose.
So the silence ended up getting loud.
They got lost somewhere between it, and themselves.
They got caught up in traces of things that
Became overpowering somehow, bigger than anything that they actually were, bigger than anything like them should actually appear; I suppose they were still small but the silence had started warping what people made of them, what people were used to hearing.
We’re getting to that point now.
What used to be shadows now feel like bright lights.
What used to be darkness looks like a fire.
I listened to your voice fade of, ramble, lose touch with what you were talking about.
I let my eyes get used to what you were starting to look like.
You adapt. It’s easy.