A thousand voices speaking all at once, all saying different things. I try my best to give each one of them a chance to speak but chaos listens to no one. They all want their voices to be heard no matter the cost. They don’t care about my sanity. They don’t care about anyone but themselves. Their needs come first, no matter the cost.
I don’t know if I can handle much more of this madness. My sanity is at risk the more they keep talking. The worst part is that they never stop. I don’t know how they never stop. I don’t how they even got in or even how I’m going to get them out. Its not possible, at least I hope its not.
All I want is silence. A quiet place of no sounds. A place where no voices are heard. All that exists is peace and tranquility. A place of loneliness. It doesn’t matter if no one else lives there, all that matters is me. In that place chaos has no voice and no means of entry. They do not know of the existence of this place and they never will.
My sanity returns at my entrance in the absence of chaos. My madness becomes a forgotten past during my stay. The emptiness is bliss. Solidarity is my euphoria. Silence of mind and soul. Its all worth it. A quiet place, a quiet life.