Quiet places,
Drowned out with fans,
On top of false rain.
Silence is always stifling.
But silence doesn’t really exist,
Either.
Hearing everything from the humming,
Of electricity;
To the beating of my heart,
In my ear drums.
Hiding sounds,
With other sounds,
Unto sleep.
More Palatable Cacophonies.
The Humming Of Electricity.
