White Noise
Isn't it interesting how loud silence truly is? At the end of the day all I crave is that stillness that wraps it's loving arms around me. Feel the weight of it press against my face Until that tension I carry uncurls and stretches like a cat, Walking away as if t was never really there to begin with. How rare is true silence? Pin drop, Hear your heartbeat, Ticking clock, Silence. In my neighborhood there are always dogs barking. There's a husky down the street who has a direct line to my window, And yet it still sounds like silence to me. Overhead the skies are always rumbling with traffic, But jet noise is comforting, Reminds me of coming home. That someone, somewhere, is stepping off a plane and into someone's arms, I like listening to that noise. It's the discord that wears down my soul. Cries of 'not fair' and 'why can't they,' make my stomach churn and my back ache. I carry the weight of ...