Night
During the night it was better.
The moon, the outline of the buildings, sometimes a few stars.
It was calmer.
I could hear clearly. My thoughts, myself breathing.
During the day it was always noisy. Flocks of words and sounds filled my head,
I couldn't understand where they ended and I began.
Some nights it was worse.
The sound of my thoughts became an unbearable screech.
And I drank.
With every sip the volume lowered. Only a word or a sentence would remain.
Then I would take out the pen and the notebook.
2019-06-17
