1. 1 month ago 

   Listen.

   The only time I find myself listening to a room full of people,
   is when I’m told to be quiet.
   
   I begin to hear things that are usually smothered by the incessant babble of humanity.
   I hear my heart beat.
   I hear people clearing their throats, wishing to be heard.
   The sound of electricity reaches me,
   People moving, people breathing, people sniffing, pages turning, cars driving, foot steps, pencils writing, clicking, rustling, snapping, cracking, cracking, cracking, cracking.

   
   I begin to hear things without my ears.  
   I hear the exasperation of the boy who looks to the ceiling for inspiration.
   I hear the hope in the touch of a girls hug.  
   I hear the exhaustion resonating in my brothers shoulders.  
   I hear my mother thinking about me.
   I hear the disappointment in my fathers eyes.
   I hear the way you look at me.
   I… hear you.
   Which is funny because I usually do such a good fucking job of blocking you out. 
   But the scary part is, 
   I think I hear me too.  
   I can hear the river of emotions directly behind my sternum.
   
   And what I used to think is silence is so filled with everything else,
   So much so that I begin to click my pencil repeatedly.
   I don’t like hearing my heart beat…
   It reminds me that I have one.

2. Notes

I am Mason -
Ready for life.
Ready for you.

Digging deeper. Reaching higher. Growing closer.
I invest myself in life.
I have so much to learn.

I'm terrified and electrified to live.

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