i'm in the midst of deafening noise.
sounds of rapid running water on the right of my ear
a young voice mimicking the fluid notes of a jazzy tune in the back of my head
sounds of laughter, brush brush brush
more laughter more running water. more notes at legato flowing down my spine
it's almost irritating
but today i refrain
these are sounds resonant off the walls i have built with my own dusty hands
these are sounds... that ricochet towards the destructible part in me
running water with its tone changing with the touch of our palms
in the midst of deafening, irritating noise
i am content

my mother came today.