september 22, 2009

its noisy, loud, bustling.
sounds i used to love, so much.
they helped me know i was alive. never alone.
now they're harsh in my ears.
scratches at my mind, and makes me uneasy.

i miss the calm.
the peace, the quiet.
so quiet.
the loudest sound for miles was the hot african sun, beating down on my pink skin.
and i miss that, place.

my home.
away from home.
my african life.
my simple life.

even though never quite simple.
simple enough,
to see the beauty.

and i see the beauty here, too.
its just harder, to find. so muddled, and crowded, and over sensitized.
so loud.
i can hardly hear myself think.

no wonder my voice was so loud, there.

and now i realize that my voice isn't lost, here- i simply cannot hear it.

so i strain to hear.
to make out an opinion, a thought, and anything that resonates within my soul.

but it's difficult.
and i get nothing.