Dear You,
Can you hear it? The sounds droning into a blurred hum like a beating drum. It's a pleasant sensation, reminds me of a familiar radio station.
I've heard silence be described as peaceful. I disagree. My world is never silent. There is always a rustle in the trees, a screech or a hoot of an owl, scurrying squirrels way up high or pigeons cooing up in the sky.
The world ever so full of life. Silence is scary. It is fear. Likely a predator drawing near.
Life stalls. It starts. There is a comfort and yet a horror in knowing that I am just another part of the symphony. I continue on because my chorus is not yet done. The notes I sing may be wonky but they contribute to the song all the same.
From,
Me.
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24. Possibly B.A.P.