The Sense of Silence
Give me silence, give me peace and relaxation, no stress..no stress..no stress..you deserve better than this; no you don’t..you’re spoiled, you’re overwhelmed, your over everything, you’re on your own. your happier when he’s home, he’s tired too, your relationship should be stressed, why isn’t your relationship stressed? give us peace, give us a break, a home, a means to a home, give us the want and desire to make it a home out of what we have, we have nothing. give me space again. give me amnesty. give me room to breathe..I do like my room. room to breathe, room to space to space to room says he who gives me none. he orders me about, all the while poking me with sticky fingers on my page, crushing my arm with the weight of my world, my need for freedom alone in a room for a week in silence and then he says I love you and all the room in the world couldn’t keep me away from him. The sense of silence is underestimated and underappreciated. silence, that’s what I need the sound of rat tap tapping of a keyboard and nothing else. 75 words per minute is all I wish to hear. 75 thoughts per minute is what I have. ode to randomness ode to disorder, how I miss you so. ode to freedom to youth to music and poetry, ode to silence and the sense of it.
