I long for the uninterrupted silence of my dead-end street.  The muted falling of the snow condensing the silence into an overwhelming blanket, covering my shivers.  That comforting silence that only comes from being alone.  Caressing and exciting my senses to heights unreachable in the company of others.  but perhaps I am only romanticizing the experience so as to sooth an almost unfounded and unjustified reason to flee from the chaos that is this city.  Perhaps it is not merely the silence I wish to attain and madness I wish to denounce but rather, a hunger for the safety of childhood I long to satiate having already quenched a thirst to be free and supersede reflections of adulthood.