Urban life does not allow you more than 10 seconds of silence. I am not exaggerating. Its what I feel. Sons and daughters, family, social media, phone, door bells, random screams (and yells) from the apartment complex....and the cacophony goes on. Each yanks you from your reverie.
What would I not give to get a few hours undisturbed, with some funky BB King or Dire Straits in the background.
And then, when someone asks me why do I struggle to write....all I can do is look at them with anguish and helplessness.
Silence is such an integral part of life.
When a tree fell in the forest, no one heard it.
What would I not give to get a few hours undisturbed, with some funky BB King or Dire Straits in the background.
And then, when someone asks me why do I struggle to write....all I can do is look at them with anguish and helplessness.
Silence is such an integral part of life.
When a tree fell in the forest, no one heard it.
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