I like the quiet. I don’t want to be rude, but when you open your mouth you exude a certain kind of meaninglessness in your conversation that eludes my attention. It’s a need that I can’t explain but if I can just maintain a modicum of silence for a few moments I can curtail my tendency to dismiss what’s going on around me and engage in the mundane activities of day to day life without the day to day strife of focusing so much on what’s in my head and I can hear you, and see you, and be with you and feel the truth of each moment that I’m not alone.
To me sitting by an open window on a rainy afternoon, writing while the moon rises into the sky so that I can take a break every now and then to gaze up and out, or get some time alone to put things down by the glow of the computer screen in the early morning light, so that I can say what I mean without the interruptions of a wife, or a pet, or a television set yammering on in the background - reminds me that my favorite sound is silence.
It’s nothing personal, it’s me not you. I just like to be alone and have time to put together a little piece of writing that rhymes. I just need that “me time” every once and while so that I can compile my thoughts and say what I’m thinking so you have something to read.
