Is it a common thing? After a few days silence, the everyday sounds: dishes, shouting, the constant bicker back and forth, a call, television, dog tag tinkling, the very click of the walls when water rushes, footsteps, car moving, garage door up and down, cough, laugh, shout- it gets to me.
Mostly, my brain keeps looking for the phrase mark, the pause, a dying down of cacophony, it doesn’t come. Even the light brush, brush of dishwasher- I wanna bury somewhere.
I shouldn’t be alone, I guess. I like it so. Noise, I would rather it was self-imposed. Thud of glass following my motion. Spark of sound when I will it. I get dysfunctional, given a reprieve for a little while.
But nature doesn’t put the hurt on me, the same. Bees, leaf rustle, a far-off sound of human industry removed from what I hafta be responsive to. Nature’s sounds are impersonal, and more welcoming. I can be a part, or not. Observe, curl my pink, soft, transitive body into rock ledges that forget me, and persist. I like that. Guilty, but-
I like human sounds to be far, far removed.