It's so quiet here in my room. And yet, the noise is loud in my head. Unfinished thoughts. Conversations I wish I had. Plans left well, unplanned. Decisions. Regrets. Anticipation. Worries. All this and more can be found 24 hours a day, every day, in my head.
I guess I could go lay down and wait for sleep to take over. But I know it won't happen. The clatter in my head only gets louder. Almost like it's reaching it's crescendo, I can almost hear the cymbals in the background.
I suppose the alternative to ceasing the noise would be far worse, I mean what that would ultmately mean is that I would no longer be alive. Yeah, I'll keep the noise thank you very much.
At least I don't talk back to myself.