Today I went home and then came back again.
I am torn between comfort and sanity.
My home is where I'll fall. And here is where I will never sleep.
I hear the life sounds of my family. My mother shuffles a lot in her sleep. Sometimes she snores-gently though. She also talks until the moment she falls unconscious. I wonder if she ever stops thinking. Above me, my brother rumbles the floor as he slides his computer chair back and forth. He'll stay up until 3am swearing at the xbox. My youngest sister is silent and the silence wraps around her like a blanket. When I hear silence, I know it is the power she is emitting. Like a beacon. My other sister sings, badly. But she is happy. I dont know what she is singing and she probably doesn't know either. Its comforting really. But I don't know what noise I should contribute to this night time orchestra. Perhaps the tapping of my finger against the screen of my phone.
