She’s AHHMazing.
I’m tired.
So drained.
My brain needs
Full silence.
Silence filled
With the kind of background
Music that makes you
Hum and recite the words
So nothing else will fit.
So the silence is
The sound of only waves.
Of heartbeats.
Of the wind.
The sound of
being under water.
Of cupped hands over my ears
Making a deep whomp whomp whomp.
The kind of silence that mutes internal weeping and the constant neverending story about the old friend she used to know that lived there once that was her friends boyfriend for a bit but she married someone when she moved to that place over by, oh, she can’t remember the name of that place… what’s that called?
Then the need for silence feels
selfish and short sighted.
This is it.
The sound I will wish was
the drone of silence.