I need the noise,

to color and scramble my thoughts.

Stagnation is dangerous.

If my mind is silent

then a wave of emotions- both melancholy and macabre-

breakthrough the dam in the back of my mind.

I almost never notice,

until it's too late.

Mental objects akin to sirens

stir from the sea of sadness to drown me.

They seduce me with half-truths and what if's,

offering companionship in eternal rest.

The temptation is strong.

I'm drowning,

but kicking and fighting out of reflex.

As luck would have it,

I find some noise

to color and scramble my thoughts

and raise me from the sea

and carry me into tomorrow.

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It's been a while since I've ever wrote anything.