sometimes, i lie under the blanket of silence and savor the sounds of the world. no television. no music. only the harmony of whirring cars, wind, and the confident flapping of birds’ wings. blanketed in silence, my thoughts quake in my head, urging me to listen. and i listen as if my thoughts are gospel. because they are. like oxygen, sunlight, water and food, quiet is my sustenance. without it, i cannot be all that i am to you.