I Feel Quiet
a prose- original posting Dec. 18, 2024. (changed to stanzas instead of paragraphs)
Have you ever noticed that a room can have a certain feel to it?
As though you could see the imprints of time, etched into its walls.
Could you feel with your eyes, what your ears can no longer see?
Hushed is the room where pandemonium awaits.
The Pioneer corned, amongst a wall of vinyl, begs to be played.
While dances from days long past, squeeze themselves between pages of photo albums strewn about.
Seductively they wait, forced to contain the chaos that once flowed so freely.
Muffled is the laughter that lays upon the dust…hushed.
Silent is the room where anger lacks empathy.
Cold blankets the sterileness of perfection.
Here, placement is defined with ridged lines, with no allowance for movement.
The sunlight does not dazzle the abandoned hope.
Suppressed is uniqueness… gagged in silence.
Quiet is the room that invites you in, sharing chemistry within the familiar.
As if the particles of matter begin to harmonize a soft lullaby.
Warmth within its embrace is the Lazy Boy draped in cashmere.
An old friend you long to visit, awaits the voyage paused within the folded page.
There is serenity, that sense of peace…engulfed in quiet.
Is this how the saying “Peace and Quiet”, originated?
Did someone other than me, actually feel quiet?
Have you walked into an empty room but felt the particles of life`s energy that was left behind?
If the room has people in it, it seems I can sense their emotions or the vibes they give off. Maybe it`s just what I tell myself, to feel normal. 🤔🤷🏼♀️
I ignored these feelings trying to push them away as if I had somehow contaminated myself when I was young. Thus, I sowed the seed of doubt in myself to trust my own instincts.
Through the years, I have relearned to trust these feelings and use them as a guide. I wonder if this is the reason crowds give me anxiety. Too many people with too many emotions to decipher all at once.
Tell me in the comments if you too have had similar experiences. 👇🏼
✨Be the Light
Debbie this piece, when you shared it just over six months ago, really intrigued me, so it triggered recollection of having come across it before when you brought it up today. My own take is that it is more likely that subtle olfactory elements of the room will affect me as our sense of smell is wired directly into the emotional memory parts of the brain.
I hear you, since COVID crowds give me a lot more anxiety. I’ve always struggled with parades and big attendance events though even before COVID.