Sounds

Sounds

My life is a series of sounds:

crying out in pain, looking for the remote,

where are my ...

I am looking for the fine line

of silence,

so that I may find

myself.

Like a first date;

kissing for the first time.

The anticipation

of what is to come...next.

Where do i find

this;

this deafening sound

of unknown territories

When do I have

the space,

free-time,

for me

When I make it.

When it becomes

more important,

than the location of a lost sock.