I hear rain on the roof.
I hear some else's television.
I hear my own heartbeat in my ears.
I hear my cartilage crushing on the pillow.
There is too much to read.
Too much to watch.
So I always end Fridays.
Just writing and listening to music.
The sound of poetry.
The sound of anxiety disappearing.
The sound of the kettle.
The sound of quiet growls.