So still that I can hear my thoughts reverberating; spinning around, untangling from a web of ideas
Creating room for more
Trying not to trip in the scramble to fill my head
So quiet I can distinguish the hum of electricity
The constant low drone emitted by gadgets seems deafening
In the quiet of this once bustling house filled with noises that defied thoughts to be heard
Oma Okolo (c) 2016
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