A drop, not the sink, too far away, uninteresting.
Car in the distance, not slow or fast, just moving, boring.
Pipes creaking, for no reason, not even old, pointless.
Teeth grinding, just a bit, noise in my skull, annoying.
The silence, it’s broken, almost constantly, by the tiniest things.
Why wait, for it to end, if it hasn’t really started, why wait?
My breath, it can’t stop, how should I rest, with it?
My thought, it won’t stop, I’m waiting, for the silence.