The night brings so much noise; if I close my eyes soft enough I can hear the walls bend and creak, the gears in the clock droll on with the incessant uncertainty of the next tick. I'll listen to the patterns of sound inside my own body and wonder if the murmurs in my soul sound as grainy--or if maybe--music plays.
My mom once told me that noise is a distraction, it can be good and it can be bad. I never understood what she meant. But I think she meant to tell me to listen. Carefully. Steadily.
If you are unhappy. Close your eyes darling. And listen to your inner voice. Listen carefully for the sounds of peace. Because she will know all she needs to know.
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