There are days when I feel like I cannot have one more word spoken at me; hear one more voice speaking to what they find important or hope you will.
Lately my brain screams at the noise. Even music, the one true sanctuary seems to intrude.
Too many words on love both joy and loss and not enough "don't worry be happy's." Or "sing out" by Cat Stevens.
Then I remembered jazz. That blissfully wordless realm it can sometimes occupy.
A few pat methenys later with some Miles did the trick.
Much better now. :)
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