Loud noises, shared voices, I become silent. 
A city full of sounds, trams passing, trains clinking, hustle & bustle,
Me in between.

Language flows, over and around, carried on air thin.
I become silent.

Laughter is shared, even if words can’t. It’s a language we all can speak, if we allow the bubble to move up our esophagus and through our lips. Let ourselves laugh along, without perhaps knowing the song.

I’ve become silent. Character hidden. Smile disguising some but ears becoming more. I listen. Though I do not understand. I laugh, but I know not at what. It’s trying. It’s tiring.

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