22/8/16 About a tumultuous mind and finding a tiny bit of clarity in it, and then clinging to it desperately
I might just switch off for a while.
Like a radio on talk-back
in the background of a loud party,
in a war zone,
with the cacophony
of a menagerie
overlaid by a rock concert...
under the wail of a screaming baby.
There is just too much noise
and it is all in my head.
I can still hear you whisper my name.