There’s a little bit of a craving somewhere. I don’t understand. I can hear the clicks of my fingers on the keyboard and the especially clicky sound of the space bar, and i can hear little girls go ring-a ring-a roses downstairs. I can also hear the blades of the fan, they make a sort of sound scape with the air around them. The faster the blades move, the more whirly the sound gets.  I think i can hear my stomach but i’m not sure. What i Do know for sure, is that I love the peace after madness. 


Maybe that’s why i love the madness so much, for this peace.