Everything, to me, is confusingly uncomfortable.
How does one find quiet amidst all the worlds noise?
How do they find peace in the middle of the chaos?
What do you do when every light in your house is too bright, no matter how small,
but the darkness of your bedroom is suffocatingly dark.
What about when the open window lets in the insufferable noise of traffic,
but the stillness of your closet brings with it such a silence that makes the air poison.
Are you cold? Too hot? Exhausted but unable to rest.
Does sinking into your couch feel like you’re sinking slowly but surely to the depths
of the Earth where the worms and carcasses of past lives now live?
It’s uncanny, and frankly, it’s uncomfortable.
Ariel Thorn A