I rather hear the soft sounds of my naked body walking across my bedroom than that of nature and angelic voices in the adjoining room.
When I close the door I scream within my heart, my mind EUREKA ...because by myself.. I have found my happy place
There is something about the salvation of my soul that brings it full circle.. when access to my outer shell ( to others) is exclusively cut off
I prefer the creaking of cabinets , the sound of water from a faucet falling, the match like snapping of light emerging or dimming than the bitter taste of my words forcebly leaving my mouth as I greet someone ( see the smile on my face) unrealisticly
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