This paper I’m writing on is the only thing I have.
Everything “out there” is noise—the TV talking about nonsense, people yapping about this and that; the conflicts in social media, articles about the latest and greatest gadgets; the bright neon lights, the dull corporate commercials; brochures, pamphlets, banners; colorful faces, fake smiles, manufactured gestures; conflict, yelling, anger, rules, agitation, demands, anxiety, fear, problems. There’s nothing but noise.
Back against the wall; pen in my hand. Sometimes accompanied by a cup of black coffee, sometimes jasmine tea.
Lost in words.
This… is all I have.