Silence is no burden, it’s the anthem of my solace
I’ve bonded with this concept since adolescence, since Wallace and Gromit, since the ignorance of youth immersed me in its pure essence

Mom and pop used to call me “The Thinker”…
a minor joke since I reminded them of the statue by the same name
I couldn’t tell you what justified my actions
I sat there, lost in places you could only imagine
worlds of elemental conjurerings, of warriors known only by their enemies, of love that never knew the failure of connection
that eventually comes with time
in time, I grew to appreciate cacophony -
the sprawling of sounds with no destination
the activity mirrored my neural pathways:
something was always running, speaking, jumping, singing,...

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