White Noise

When you shut your ears to the hollowness around you it’s only in the interminable sphere of ceaseless oblivion that you find yourself, losing the ‘Self’ to a higher unusualness; This unusualness has no purpose no meaning, it’s a mere nothing, but perhaps everything that the world needs to achieve, to rise beyond the regular, learn things that need to be left, abandoned with time, realizing the truth that there is, if there is any, within oneself. This realm, how does one reach? possibly only when all the noises around us become white, absolute and blank; nothing to question, nothing to complain, all answers lying within that space, a void which is there in every conscious but concealed and dismissed by the urges of those mistaken desires. In my heart I know, in my brain I only seek to know, but what is actually there to know, i do not know. it is perhaps this white noise that only needs to be known and nothing else.