Today was so awfully crowded in the canteen, and everyone was talking talking talking, and the walls of sound became waves of sound that felt like they were physically battering me (on a side note, I love Batter my Heart-John Donne)
I tried to go back to that weekend by the beach when Hannah and I floated in between a little space in the rocks while the waves crashed around us, and the beautiful moments of space when I would dive under an oncoming wave to hear a dull roar that deadened noise.
But I couldn't
memory betrayed me and I was drowning in the words and the people around me I felt corroded by conversation, serrated by speech and even my island of silence could not protect me
'what up miri'
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