Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Dear Universe, Both Inner and Outer

What would be nice, just once, is if the noise were to stop. Just for a few minutes. Nothing but quiet - silence, even. The muting of the frenzy. The quelling of the panic. Stasis to the feeling of perpetual railing, windswept, dizzying motion.

I don't know if I'm talking about sleep, the apocalypse, alcohol, God or Valium. But we could get along then, if only for that few fleeting moments of peace.

Turn down the volume. Halt the vibration. Bring order to the chaos. But please, do it soon, before the hysteria becomes paramount.

Yours, apparently,

PS - Supposedly it all calms down a bit at 30? Ripper.