Noise
There is this constant need of silence from me.
So much that when I was a kid, I would always use my imagination to kill all the people around me, so that I could have that creepy silence.
In different ways, without pain of course, the moaning would be too noisy.
Among a busload of others things, I am afraid of sound. Terrified perhaps. A sudden blast. That blooming balloon.
Why the need for this prison of silence? This isolation from every note and chord striking around me?
Because the details are always not in the noise, there is no reflection of the subconsciousness or even the consciousness if you ask me.
They are just the humming of a train, the creak of a door knob, it's expressionless. It's that yearn to be catchy in a universal symphony consisting of billions of toads.
And it is simply so out of tune.
The mind doesnt makes a sound, Your keyboard does. And is your keyboard smarter than your brain?
And hell, all these noise levels arent helping with the thinking. That's why impeding global problems are bounced around conference over conference,
with everyone making noise like they care a fuck. But in the end no one really does. At least not the commitment.
Take a look at the online comments, anywhere. Does most of them makes sense? Does any of them proves a point?
As if the speech word doesn't have enough of this noise, the online realm starts to get them as well. A whole fuckin lot of them.
With an expanding population with no near sight of extinction yet, I would gladly call silence a luxury.
To have this space, this much of space, with no insincere greetings, and constant rambling of stories everyone doesn't gives a fuck.
This is not a jukebox that we are living in, I could see that in silence. I could probably see everything in. Everyone could.
Hence I need all the quietness I could harness. Not after death, but now. It feels so good to finally get that pinhead of yours.
Whereby you could plug in and out for noise, or sound or music whatever you call it.
And in a second, be distant, emotionally detached from all these harassments.
And think and understand the world. Not thinking you understood it. That blurpp of yours could have easily sold you off.
So speak softly love. or Hush
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