In silence, in dark

Do you think sometimes about the things of the world? About yourself?
Loudly, or just in silence in the dark?
Sometimes it's just a whispering, and the storm is overshouting everything, the wind blows away the words. You're just whispering, and know that there's someone who can hear it. You know, and this someone knows, too. Can hear you, but does like hear nothing but the storm itself, turns the head away and never look back. What could see if look back?
Maybe it would be better to thinking in silence, in yourself?
Then you could know that nobody hear you, and you didn't wait for the end of the storm.
But in this case?...