Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Home

The best thing about home is the sound of quiet noises. The quiet noises doesn't sound like anything. There is no sound. when I come home, I can rest peacefully. I can clear of all thoughts. I can sink into the cushion of my soft bed. My fingers unwind and melt into the negative space. My head rests on fluffy clouds. My butt softens. I am floating on air. Sweet dreams.

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