Yearn for Silence.

Sometimes when I sit in class I hear everything. I will do what I can to explain it the best. This reality of sounds happening around me puts me in a superficial state of mind. I hear everything. The teacher is speaking in rhythm, pencils scratch paper, shuffle of feet, squeaks of chairs, sniffling of the nose, typing on computers, erasing a thought, folding paper, chewing of gum, sip of coffee, knuckles cracking, backpacks zipping and even scratching of the head. This is just in class.

But when I go outside it has much more bigger and unexpected sounds. An ambulance goes rushing by and I feel like I can hear the worry of someone else's heart. I hear the wind in the trees as I feel the depth of their roots in the soil. I hear people yell across the campus and picture their story in my mind.

Sometimes on a rare occasion when I walk home really late at night, I don't hear anything. It feels that without sound my life might be lost, but the silence brings peace and dreams to a reality as I look up at the stars. It is in this moment where I can fly away and be the person I am meant to be.