Sound of Silence
Here, in the living room
I hear
my grandma singing
along the loud chinese music,
my sister watching
a video at max volume.
my c
o
o
l quickly drop
as I do my homework
Growing up,
my parents believe
bedroom is for sleeping
no homework table needed
the bed is only made for sleeping
no homework done on it
But here, in the attic
I do not hear
my grandma singing
along the loud chinese music,
my sister watching
a video at max volume.
my sanity is intact
in peace, I do my homework
A place that
allows me to hear the
sound of silence
is the place
I cannot live without
in times like these
in the bustling city
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