most days the music is blasting,
the television is on,
the windows are open,
letting the world in
to inspire or light a fire...
but every so often,
it's a quiet writing day,
the silence loud,
the heartbeat heard in eardrums,
the hum of the future...
the ice in my coffee melts
into mindless typing,
the headache helps my focus,
the invisible drip from where it drops
I have no idea...
there is no such thing as silence,
but the pursuit of said silence
can offer an adventure like no other,
so the words are loud,
but the other shit is...shhhhhhh.