A wall
a big, rolling, moving, gonna-get-you wall
of noise
of noise of every person
and their thoughts
and their emotions
and their judgement
bundling towards me like a juggernaut
enveloping me with every single frequency
sometimes words jump out of the chaos, sometimes just becomes one
glass fragment of conversation, a word here and there and then just
chaos, cacophony
Symphony of my nightmares
I wonder what it’s like
imagine not feeling the wall of noise
not being taken over in mind, body and spirit by it
I try to remember that somewhere in the chaos
somewhere embedded into the noise
somewhere there’s sense.