Have you ever wondered,
well, I have, about how when I say,
say "red", for example,
there's no way of knowing
if "red" means the same thing in your head,
as "red" means in my head,
when someone says "red".
And how if we are traveling at almost the speed of light,
and were holding a light,
that light would still travel away from us
at the full speed of light?
Which seems right in a way,
but I'm trying to say, I'm not sure,
but I wonder if inside myhead
I'm not just a bit different from some of my friends.
These answers that come into my mind unbidden,
these stories delivered to me fully written.
And when everyone shouts
like they seem to like shouting,
the noise in my head is incredibly loud.
Well, I just wish they'd stop,
my dad and my mum.
And the telly and stories
would stop for just once.
I'm sorry, I'm not quite explaining it right,
but this noise becomes anger,
and the anger is light.
And this burning inside me
would usually fade,
but isn't today.
And the heat and the shouting,
and my heart is pounding,
and my eyes are burning,
and suddenly everything,
everything is quiet.
Like silence, but not really silent,
just that still sort of quiet,
like the sound of a page being turned in a book,
or a pause in a walk in the woods.
Quiet,
like silence, but not really silent,
just that nice kind of quiet,
like the sound when you lie upside down in your bed,
just the sound of your heart in your head.
And though the people around me,
their mouths are still moving,
the words they are forming
cannot reach me anymore.
And it is quiet,
and I am warm,
like I've sailed
into the eye of the storm.
（Eye of the Storm:a region of calmer weather found at the center of strong tropical cyclones. *Wikipedia）
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