Only The Sweetest Silence

I was sick.

I've found that being sick means a lot of coughing, a lot of water, a lot of emptying, a lot of sleeping, a lot of haze, and just a lot of noise.

I love that people care about others.

My friends Sam came to my room today just to check up on me. I think I'm still smiling. Thanks Sam :7

With a grand total of 6 Nyquil, 6 Dayquil, and countless hours of sleep, I finally feel peace. I've still got the nose and the cough, but there's peace.

And just in time for my roommate to come home. He's been gone all weekend, conveniently enough, and I've since detoxed our room.

Now I can enjoy what I've been missing all weekend. Music. Warm music that makes me boil over till I can't help but sing along. How warm.

Not any music can do it; only the best, according to MY ear, and no one else's. It takes some time to find it, but when I do...

Warm.

I've found one thing alone to be warmer than the soothing embrace of a beautiful song.

Lay outside at night when all the stars are bright, the air is light and cool, and the grass is tall and dry. Lay out in the front yard, under the big oak tree as the cars pass lazily by. Sit still by the lake, and watch rocks skip endlessly away across the glassy water while the last sliver of light dips below into the endless black.

I've gone many places. I've heard many things.

I'm afraid I'm yet not to hear all I haven't wanted to.

Only the noblest scape.

Only the sweetest silence.