What does chaos sound like?

What, does, chaos, soundlike? Isit a combinationof words?

Is it br oken par ts? Isitpushedtogether? Is it far apart?

Maybe.It.Stutters.And.Stops.

This. World, is Chaos abounding. With. Chair. Random words.

My world is your world is my world is yours, and aS These worlds

blendtogether. They form. Chaos.

So how then- how - can- one - escape? HowdoI get out? The pressure builds. At first slow. so. slow. then. fast. faster. until I can't stop the wordsfrom pouring out andcoming together. Theygiveme nothingbut screamingmonotony. And then.

My fingers hit the keys, and suddenly the world fades. Melodies of ivories, blend and cascade into songs, the violence shatters in the sound of silence. My hands scrub the scales, trailing tales, and soaring, like the blind reading braille desperate for the story.

My phone rings and. I can't focus anymore. There's a voice on the other end of the - it's not a line anymore. I want to respond but I'm not alive anymore. anymore. anymore. any. more.

It's my. Family. I say "I'm good." I try to be the person they want. What do they want? Clothes on the floor. Need to pick them up. "What's that? Christmas plans? What month is it? I'll need to save up for a ticket". How many lies have I told?

It's hard to.keep. track: I didn't steal the candy. I cleaned my room. I took out the trash. I ate my dinner. I did my homework. I didn't cheat on the test. I didn't cheat on you. I love you.

Thoughts coming, never stopping. A thousand thoughts a second. Existing is exhausting. For every tick there is a tocking. Seconds never stop. Thirds, fourths, and on, and on, and on.

I play "Boy lost in life", and "A cool autumn day". I play "Praying for you", and "Please stay away." Songs without words, pouring heart into soul, found not in a book, but beauty around. My solace and peace abound in the silence and shades of sound.

I.wakeup. What time is it? Snoozex3 and we're up. Remember to brush your teeth or else. . . dentistry is expensive, moisturize out the door. You'll get to work fine, play the radio so loud it drowns out all the thoughts. You forgot your wallet at the house. HOWCOULDYOUFORGETTHEONETHINGYOUNEED. THISHAPPENSEVERYTIME. WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH A STUPID BRAIN. This game, happens once a week and every day. All the same. It's a crushing way of living, and I live it all the same.

Hello. How are you? I'm good. That's great. Hello. How are you? I'm good. That's great. HelloHow are you? I'mgood. That'sgreat. Hellohoware you I'm good that's. great. Hell. O. I'm. great. Hell. you. I'm great. Hell. Great. I'm good. I'm good. I'm not good. So tired.

How many more days will be like today what's the actual difference between Tuesday and Wednesday besides the dumb spelling Thoughts dont know the difference between the weekend and weekdays Hearts fail to discern love and loss and pain period

I don't play songs I find them, hidden in the keys, lost in memories. They reveal themselves to me, locked in thick nostalgia my fingers the pick. It's only hammers hitting strings mundane, but the simplicity keeps me sane. When my world is wild and abusive, my fingers scream in the music.

My world suddenly fades as my fingers hit the keys.