The Constant Shuffle

The Constant Shuffle

March 23, 2018Writing

In this con­stant shuf­fle, chaos is immi­nent. The silence is pre­cious and pet­ri­fied, peace becomes noise and pan­ic that nev­er set­tles. In this per­pet­u­al derange­ment the kinet­ic con­fu­sion is pun­ish­ing, it assaults my sense of cen­ter and grates at my ears, nerves and con­scious. I can’t think, my brain is in this eye­less storm, churn­ing around itself as it wash­es over the shores of my iso­lat­ed stretch­es of san­i­ty.