I always say,
Value the silence,
But the truth is
I like the noise more.

Those moments in silence
Are the worst kind of torture,
When I am bombarded
With thoughts.

Those moments in silence
Are the ones when I
Wonder.

About you,
About them,
About us,
About when.

About how,
About where,
About who.

My mind is going against itself
And my heart is against it too.

The noise is annoying
Distracting,
Obstructing,

But grounding.

It keeps me from falling
In a sky
Full of sandbags.

It keeps me from floating
In a world
Full of air.

It keeps me from
Drowning,
In a sea
Full
Of tears.

And so
When I say,
Value the silence,
Please,

Turn up the music.