White Noise

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^{_{"I can't go to sleep without the sound of a fan humming in the background. I need something to destract my noisy head. Please, enjoy these words."}}

My fan drowns out the noise of the city streets as I sleep. Squared out silence displaced from my eardrums as the earth hums. The rise and fall of this dirt crusted layer in my chest, with every trip of my heart flux, flowing molten lava at its crux. Years deep in prehistoric records, marking every natural disaster to the birth of one celled organisms that make a home in my lungs, and breed. It’s the bang of utter desolation that brings me back, to my framed and paved reality, primal angst wrapped in cotton threads, sweaty and all alone in my twisted head.

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James Inman

Date: 6/17/2020 9:24:00 PM

A very interesting write. The quiet seems to ignite a torrent of thought when I try to sleep. I have to admit to needing a very specific environment to sleep well, including a ceiling fan, not for the hum, but for the comfort of the gentle fingers of the breeze to caress my skin and soothe my mind, and 68 to 71 degree temperature. Rather strange isn't it.