Silence, pure as spring water, is what I need to cleanse my soul.

Too long have I survived on a diet of sugar-filled noise pollution.
Too common are days fuelled by saturated melodies laced with artificial flavour.
Too often have I drowned in bright and shiny chaos blaring through a cotton candy megaphone.

The ringing in my ears and restlessness of my bones cry for quiet—for any momentary pause in the endless barrage of bells and whistles parading around my head from sunup ‘til I my death bed.

Give me anything not injected with pre-planned, addictive stimuli; something not already baked into an irresistible audio-visual poison pie.

I know, I know: I control the knobs.
And so I beg myself: give me less.

Silence, clear and crisp as a cloudless night sky, is the peace I seek.