Deep unfeeling unknowing quiet

A deep green glowing forest and all I could hear was the occasional fluttering of birds abruptly taking off. It seemed hard to predict when they would lift, when they would suddenly decide to leave. I could call out for you, I could scream and push and let you know I had enough of waiting. But I didn't. I stayed still and silent. At times my quiet was intending to hurt you, but for most of the time it was just that. Just quiet. Deep unfeeling unknowing quiet. When I was done waiting I was left to do nothing but existing. It wasn't so bad, I've been in worse places, I've felt worse. Much worse.