A relatable piece from Aaysid, who captures some all-too-familiar feelings in a minimalist, piercing way.

I can hear the noise as it creeps ever so slightly into spaces left vacant by the absurd everyday quiet; my thoughts weigh me down at times, and it makes no sense to sleep with a mind this broken, with the eyes wide open… I silently make peace with the noise. ©Aaysid
The Quiet — Outrageously Erratic
Thank you so much. That is so kind of you.
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I’m happy to do so. Lovely poem.
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