Thursday, July 26, 2012

My Room is an Anechoic Chamber

I forgot how loud the silence is here.

All my ears pick up are my heartbeat, and my breaths.

The silence is so strong it is like a singing bowl is being played.

I cannot see my hand in front of my face.

My senses are so used to the lights and sounds of the city that their adjustment is slow.

But once I fall asleep, my sleep is that of a traveler returning to the warm embrace of home.

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