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“Headphones”

I listen to the sounds of the world
The world that has run through my veins
With my headphones resting on my ears
I listen to drown out the sound of the voices
To drown out things I don’t want to hear
Things I don’t want to haunt my dreams….
I listen to the sounds to adapt and heal
The sense of sound
It’s what I feel; the tender touch
I’m covered and taken away
With each sound that is whispered
Something that slowly disintegrates over time
Each wondrous shiver; each cry
Through the headphones that rest upon my ears.
I drown out everything around me
For views of others in music
Through laughter
In tears
In measures on sheet music; song.
In angry voices shouting to leave a trail
To guide you through life…
In almost absolute freedom
I listen to free myself
From anger and guilt
I listen to the sounds of another’s pain…
To shelter me from my own.
I listen to through my headphones to become one who watches
One who watches all those of the world
From a perspective of widening trust
From a road I once walked alone.
I give my hand to lift someone in need.
Without the sound of my voice
While the sound of the world
Is quietly running through the headphones resting on my ears.
As I venture through a journey and watch the world crumble
I follow and walk amongst the sounds
Artists leave behind; write, record, release…
I play a soundtrack to the anonymous people’s lives
That I watch when I walk down the street
I create a world of sound
Much more peaceful, with more comfort than that of
Of harsh word; of unacceptable pain.
I replay the sound of the world
Through orchestra and choir;
Through an ongoing radio and sound waves
Constantly reproducing quiet stories
Of all the people coming and going.
I find my place of desolate isolation
And take off my headphones
To listen to the real sounds of the world
The sounds that rustle the leaves in the trees
Soon to be felt as a breeze slightly brushing on your skin
I listen to the sounds of that breeze against my ears
I close my eyes and imagine that one day that will be gone…
I begin to make sense of the sounds of my own world
The world around me.
I adapt to know where I am…
Where I have been; the sounds I recall.
I adapt to recall the times I’ve revisited places I was at my worst
The sounds of the world
That played in my headphones in those places I’ve been
And the soundtracks I’ve made for my own situations in life…
The music I’ve played to drown out life’s truthful brutality
Yelling I didn’t want to hear
Or when someone tried to give advice that I didn’t need.
I reverted to the sounds in another world…
The world I could create
From someone else’s story—
Their perspective through art
I listen to the sounds of the world
The world that has run through my veins
Upon years and years
A world that will never leave me
The world that can break me down to tears
If I listen with an open heart
If I listen with an open mind
The music that only I can relate to
The world that understands me; that can float away with sound
With my headphones resting on my ears
I listen to drown out the sound of the voices
To drown out things I don’t want to hear
Things I don’t want to haunt my dreams….
I listen to the sounds to adapt and heal
I listen to the sounds of the world inside my headphones
To drag me out of myself
And become a story
A form of art
I listen to the sounds of the world I create
To make colors fly, make the outside world smell sweeter
I listen to the world inside my headphones
As a creation; my own god
That others left for you to hear—
In hopes they can be heard
Guide others through in hopes
The world they created through sound
Will become a universe
I listen to the sounds of my own world
Right through my own headphones
To see people other than they truly are; to create a story for them that is not their own
I listen to the sounds of my world
To become someone I am not.
I listen to the sounds of the world
When there isn’t a sound to be heard…

I feel naked.