A new me with an old desire

How do you concentrate when you are busy listening to the noise? The sound of electricity flowing through the power lines near a transformer. That sizzling static sound that confuses your thoughts and drowns out reality? What is reality anymore? Two pieces of old English blue patterned China that you have managed to turn into art? Is reality the dreams of a near distant past that you keep in your head that your phone will ring and her voice will be on the other end of the line? Is reality being Iritated, or is it when you are no longer phased by Iritation. You just let be what is! The tears still fall. The days still pass. The pain doesn't fade, and you are no further away than you ever were. Ssshhhhh.....