Sensations of sound – a constant presence inundates every minute of life. Ambient, loud, continuous vibrations of stimulation blocking latent feelings screaming to surface. Do we ever take time to hear our noise. Or do we simply refuse to relent to the internal disturbance. I’m talking about that noise submerged in the depth of our souls. The unanticipated interruptions of life that normally scar and blemish. We patch and cover – yet never heal.
I chose to succumb. To embrace it. Used it as a creative vehicle – my apothecary providing release through a positive outlet. My scream gave life to a collection of poetry Subliminal noise.