—there are so many of them.

Floating, zooming past – no chance for acknowledgment.

Half-formed sentences, broken apart by others. Talking over each other. Crashing. Clashing.

A veil separates us. A cloak covering the constant cacophony.

Then – clarity beckons. I slowly reach out, squinting through the diaphanous shroud.

A distraction! The phone rings, the dishwasher dings.

And they are hidden away once more.