Monday, September 19, 2016
There was always chatter. It filled air around me constantly. I could always hear their voices. They talked of silly things. They spoke in silly tones. And they heard silly things. I heard the chatter in the silence of a still lake. When not a pebble could disturb the water. I heard the chatter in a train station. When no one knew who was talking. I heard the chatter in the dull low rumble of a thunder storm. When the noise sparked the sky to cry. But mostly I heard the chatter in my head. And mostly I head your voice. The chatter always telling me things and contradicting them in the same breath. The chatter always sounded like you. Maybe that's why I loved silence. So I could tune out your voice. So I couldn't hear the sounds you made. Because I will always remember the sounds. And I will always remember the chatter.