Night

My room is so quiet, I can't use my imagination to turn the noise of the fridge and computer into music, unlike the kid in August Rush. My dog is sleeping, and he's just curious about everything I show him, he smells it, look at it, smells it again and smells more. It is true that dogs have good nose, and their most sensitive part is the nose, and ears others say. But what is the most sensitive part in a human being? Eyes? Ears? Nose? Tongue? I figured, it doesn't matter. But when all of them combine together, the most sensitive part is actually the heart. I can feel my happiness, angriness, sadness, sourness in my heart all the time. And when it comes to pain, is way more than physical, you just want to get out of it as quick as possible. When I look around me, nothing is moving. There must be something to paralyze it, there must be something to make it numb, there must be something that will drive it away. Or, there must be something that can replace it. Things are running like a circle for me, but every-time it hits the same spot, the spot gets more thorns than usual. Another Night.