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though we try to escape this unkempt world with its busy streets, yelling men on street corners, random outbursts from the impoverished, advertisements peddling face creams and running shoes and lotteries and fried foods, the noise of it all, what silence do we hope to escape to? a beach with sunset? i can hear the wind against the trees, the splashing of these waves before me, the birds, they're calling their night songs, i hear laughing in the distance, what of empty church? i hear the echoing of my footsteps, the creaking of aged wooden benches, and if i concentrate, i hear the gentle flicker of that row of candles, the ***** rings of past hymns, what of padded isolation cells? panic rooms, artificial solitude? cling to them like supermen only for emergent use, close your eyes, let the black envelop you, meditate, if you know how, relax, beyond earthly possessions... when that mind begins to wander, as it does, it's mandatory, hear that voice inside your head, telling you to stay focused? telling yourself to stay focused only starts the spin of things: and then you hear the beat of drums, african tribal rhythms, or phil collins at the start of "in the air tonight" or the strings, is that pachabel? i hear the start of "the sound of silence" as if my mind is mocking me, i hear the voice of my mother, there's my father, they're beside me and it's christmas, i hear nat king cole, i hear the sound of knife through turkey, i hear laughter, it's yours, i hear the sound of my fingers as they run along your skin and get tangled in your hair, i hear a heartbeat, direct through chest, then through bell of stethoscope, i hear the rocko's modern life theme song, i hear thunder, i hear rain, i hear the splashing of my shoes, i hear the gravel, i hear cars, i hear the city, the random beeping indicating when to cross, the sound of garbage being thrown out, of doors opening, slamming, metal against metal, i hear applause, after successful landing, i hear recycled air above me, i hear it all, everything is right here, there's no such thing as silence, and that shouldn't be a problem, in fact, i think it's beautiful.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
there's no such thing as silence
though we try to escape this unkempt world with its busy streets, yelling men on street corners, random outbursts from the impoverished, advertisements peddling face creams and running shoes and lotteries and fried foods, the noise of it all, what silence do we hope to escape to? a beach with sunset? i can hear the wind against the trees, the splashing of these waves before me, the birds, they're calling their night songs, i hear laughing in the distance, what of empty church? i hear the echoing of my footsteps, the creaking of aged wooden benches, and if i concentrate, i hear the gentle flicker of that row of candles, the ***** rings of past hymns, what of padded isolation cells? panic rooms, artificial solitude? cling to them like supermen only for emergent use, close your eyes, let the black envelop you, meditate, if you know how, relax, beyond earthly possessions... when that mind begins to wander, as it does, it's mandatory, hear that voice inside your head, telling you to stay focused? telling yourself to stay focused only starts the spin of things: and then you hear the beat of drums, african tribal rhythms, or phil collins at the start of "in the air tonight" or the strings, is that pachabel? i hear the start of "the sound of silence" as if my mind is mocking me, i hear the voice of my mother, there's my father, they're beside me and it's christmas, i hear nat king cole, i hear the sound of knife through turkey, i hear laughter, it's yours, i hear the sound of my fingers as they run along your skin and get tangled in your hair, i hear a heartbeat, direct through chest, then through bell of stethoscope, i hear the rocko's modern life theme song, i hear thunder, i hear rain, i hear the splashing of my shoes, i hear the gravel, i hear cars, i hear the city, the random beeping indicating when to cross, the sound of garbage being thrown out, of doors opening, slamming, metal against metal, i hear applause, after successful landing, i hear recycled air above me, i hear it all, everything is right here, there's no such thing as silence, and that shouldn't be a problem, in fact, i think it's beautiful.
shawn
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shawn
Canadian
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
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