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