The couch feels more real than anything else I’ve experienced today.
The cycle is deafening, growing louder each day, like a hurricane inside my head. The sound of every little thing begin to irritate me.
The blowfly’s insistent buzzing begins reminiscent of a chainsaw devastating the outer bark of a strong oak tree, felled before it’s time.
The clock’s ticking becomes infuriatingly monotonous, with no indication of stopping.
The TV flashes pointless infomercials telling me how I should and shouldn’t live my life.
I close my eyes.
The softest light filters in slowly as my vivid thoughts materialise into an incredible sea of infinite grandeur. I am floating, drifting freely with the swell. The roar of the torrential ocean crashing around me drowns the real world out. I am on the search for tranquil waters in hopes of finding zen.
There is a peace to the silence and I finally relax. Here I can be anything and everything. The absence of sound is golden. I am sailing to better horizons. Of creativity and imagination.
Of a better day.