sometimes the noise got too much; i’d hear everything: the people in and out of the washroom, the kitchen fan downstairs, my brother and his friends yelling outside. i’d turn my music up, hoping the neighbours didn’t mind. when i left, the relief was almost more profound than i could handle.
it can’t be static
i’ll return; the leaves will fall
clocks can turn back time
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
sometimes the noise got too much; i’d hear everything: the people in and out of the washroom, the kitchen fan downstairs, my brother and his friends yelling outside. i’d turn my music up, hoping the neighbours didn’t mind. when i left, the relief was almost more profound than i could handle.
it can’t be static
i’ll return; the leaves will fall
clocks can turn back time