June 29, 2006 - 10:29 a.m.
Pressure releases inside my inner ear like a roaring freight train. A hissing tea kettle. Constant air moving through the ear drum. Incessant noise, no relief, twenty-four hours a day. Silence is golden penned by someone with tinnitus. Operating at high frequencies I read the subliminal. Pack my bags and move back home. I ask them to bury me in a quiet place. There's no place like home.
~ Soldier Girl
