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The Fear of Quiet
My brother and his friend, Alvin, did a radio show (on tape) when we were younger called The Fear of Quiet. And they referred to a need to rock out, blast out the music and cover that stuff that is called quiet. Silence. Peace.
Crickets chirping. A breeze blowing. Sun shining, or moon glowing. A distant bark of a dog down the road. But, mainly...silence.
I've been having the occasional stress feeling or panic attack. I know that part of it might be a vitamin need, or food change.
But tonight, Mum helped me narrow down another part of the possible problem.
I went from living in a moderately large city, surrounded constantly by people, who at all hours were awake. As we say, "The city never sleeps." But we used to. Way back when. When the sun went down, we went down and got our rest on. We slept. We recharged. But now, thanks to electricity, and m
Chasing the Dreams -Inpromptu writing
Head as clear as the fog on the ground,
And then as floaty as the clouds in the sky.
I want I want I want.
Look here, look there. Look all around.
Must look at my new shiny phone in my hand...that is obsolete.
Must chase the stars at night, that are billions of miles away...or is that trillions?
Searching high and low. Watching the people go by in their cool cars and the kids. Kids depressed wanting to die because they think their world is over.
Desperate to end their world. What happened?
Animal species dying and weather changing. Trash accumulating in the land fills.
Disregard for cleanliness and caring. Apathy for a drug. Living online and ignoring the neighbors.
Taking pills to fix all these pains. All these problems. Where did they come from?
I need some sunshine. It has vitamin D and generates well-being.
But I am busy.
Chasing the dreams.
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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