My apartment is colorless, overpriced, and quiet. The quiet used to bring some relief, but now it consumes me.
It’s not the same…
Nothing is.
Our apartment was bright, affordable, and, for a good long while, filled with noise.
Sometimes you hate it. Other times you love it. Either way, you eventually get used to it…
Then the noise passed and a deep silence entered, along with a few bottles of anything that numbs.
The bottles ran empty, including everything else around me. At the edge of my abyss, a brightness finally broke through and…
It’s not so quiet anymore.
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