if there is such a thing.
The word itself
is open to an infinite number of interpretations.
But I hear the silence
when the whirring of my brain grinds to a stop,
when the background buzzing dissipates into nothingness.
Why has silence become uncomfortable?
They say that silence will drive you crazy.
Within the quietest room of negative nine decibels,
the average person stays sane for just 30 minutes
before the brain starts attacking itself.
Perhaps noise is just a distraction.
What makes us wrap ourselves in the cloak of noise?
I remember my English teacher
pushing me to analyze
an image of a lone man in the barren desert.
As she bustled to the front of the room
and asked us to give our interpretations:
My classmates chorused “lonely”
as I whispered “peaceful.”