It is so very quiet when you turn your ears off.
Nothing coming in, nothing banging around in your skull, nothing pushing the need for outlet.
Baking soda on a grease fire, an earthworm silently boring a hole through a Jello mold.
I guess I fuckin needed it.
You should try it too, if your job doesn’t depend on it, maybe one week. Sequester yourself for one single week, if you can,with the exception of family, try not to let anything into your mind.
It’s uh, different.
Almost like all that outside noise is gasoline,accelerant,diesel .
When left to the quiet, it’s just uh,, I dunno, little smoldering campfires , the kind you made in the woods when you were little.Something about that smell, the dead wood and brittle leaves and moss and soil.
Quiet but not retreating, not a yield, not taking a knee, just quiet.
You catch yourself waiting, crouched by the small fire, waiting for that person to show back up. They always pick up your scent, they always find you, on or off the trail,,,,I can feel it getting closer.
(You don’t have to love me..)
And we’re not alone anymore, not as quiet as it was a moment ago.
(You don’t even have to like me..)
Did I bring a backpack? A tent? I have to make sure I didn’t leave any garbage behind.
(But you WILL respect me…)
I always hate leaving the quiet.
(You know why?)
Yes,,yes you rat bastard, I know why.
(Cause’ I’m a BOSS!)
I know I know, the one that switched up the beat of the drums, the one tattooed on his neck, yea yea, you’re a boss….
(Just fuckin’ with ya, enjoy your quiet a bit longer)
Thank you.
(Uh-huh)
dawn 