I have missed the noise.
The beautiful noise.

All of the layers.
All of the chaos.

Crafted.
Created.
Crashing.

It bristles at the ignorant.
Pushing away the simple.

Begging to be pealed apart.
To be understood.
To be embraced.

Let it wash over you.
Get lost.
Drown.

Wake up and feel the cold of silence.
Come back to the noise.