Loudness

Thuuuump-thump-thump goes the bass...

Drunken laughter...

Wine glasses going clink-clink...

Doors slamming. SLAM! In and out we go, one room to the next...

All signs of a good house party, I suppose. How many people do I know here? Well... there's my 3 roommates, and then there is my coat. Ok, four total.

The roommates go off in their own directions talking to people they know, or persons "of interest" in some corner or against some doorway. The voices become so loud as the background tunes become even louder than before. I watch the people around me. They all seem to be happy. Are they? How could they be? I question this. My alternatives are idle chatter with a stranger or idle chatter with myself. What a lonely place indeed.

As science dictates, I must be released from the clutches of Loneliness by finding a friend. It's a survival technique. We all have to survive in this world under all circumstances. And I do. I find my old friend, Music. The same sounds that keep me from idle chatter with a stranger (or myself)... are the sounds that I turn to for companionship. Irony. The beats are speaking to me. I can only reply back by breakin' it down, tearing up a rug, boogie. Sorry to the host who has to buy a new rug tomorrow.

What do I care? I found a friend.
hibislo hibislo
31-35
Aug 16, 2007