The noises around me make it hard to hear myself think.
I want to indulge in the happiness surrounding me, but the curiosity revolving around what my thoughts are haunts me.
The need to know what, or better yet, who it is that I’m thinking about needs to be put to rest immediately.
All I need is a bit of silence. Enough silence to hear my thoughts.
I just wish this noise can be turned off, but that’s not an option.
Where are my headphones?
Oh! There they are. That’s the only way I can put an end to this commotion- all of it!
The music is the water that puts out both the fire of my confusion and the auditory pandemonium surrounding me.
Still, a part of me wants to know what I was thinking about but soon the music helps me forget.
Before I know it, I’m singing along and writing away. Word-after-word, the thoughts start to roll in once again.