Noise.

Are you aware of the way the air envelopes the world around you?

Call it a case of the Mondays, but I'm more or less down and out. Premonition is an unwelcomed gift. Have you ever felt like something is about to go terribly wrong? Or perhaps the process has already started. Maybe it's as simple as bad news. It could be a loss of interest or an unrequited gain; it could be a failing grade or misunderstanding. A silver lining falls in the form of the future. No one can tell it for certain. I, for one, am bent on making my own happiness at every turn life throws. This feeling is more of a challenge to my will, and I'm finding new ways to overcome it with every trough. Don't wish for winter just yet. Don't count yourself out or make yourself too busy. There's too much life to be lived in the simple spare moments you take for granted. I fit my days around them. I'll fill my vision with new faces and old faces in new light. Don't let this chance pass you by; life is just waiting to supply you with a pleasant, unlikely surprise. Fight for it. It's yours if you don't turn your head.

Even pounding music some floors down couldn't shake this. I talk myself into strength and find my days amended. The floors, walls, and ceiling of this square are beating like a drum set. Other can be a nuisance, but find your light in them anyways. That annoying neighbor who sleeps with the TV on or the one who enjoys some intense boyfriend "cuddling" on a seemingly endless basis: they may make us want to pull out every hair on our head, but we'd never know peace if we didn't know their disturbance. So smile when you'd rather be bashing faces, and look fifteen minutes into the future. We take too much for granted. Noise is around to cover the thoughts we need not waste our time with, and silence lets us delve into them. There is a time for everything.