I don't want to talk

No, I don’t want to talk right now. I don’t even want to think. I don’t even want to breathe, it’s too loud.
The thing about silence is it isn’t accessible. There’ll always be a breeze, or birdsong, or a car passing by. A slammed door, someone coughing. And even if you could eradicate all that, even if you didn’t hear your breathing; you can’t silence thoughts. I can't silence the voices in my head anymore than I can control the tide. 
I don’t want to hear anything anymore. Not the soft whirring of my laptop fan, or the muffled tick-tocking of the clock across the room, or the hum of the respective motors keeping both the fridge and freezer cool. Not the steady rhythm of my lungs, nor the thud of my heart pumping blood around my body. 
So no, I don’t want to talk. It’s far too loud already.