Have you ever wondered, well I have.

About how when I say,

say red, for example.

There's no way of knowing if red

Means the same thing in your head

As red means in my head.

When someone says red

It's as if we are traveling

at, almost the speed of light

And we're holding a light

That light will still

travel away from us

At the full speed of light,

which seems right in a way

What I'm trying to say, I'm not sure

But I wonder if inside my head

I'm not just a bit different

from some of my friends

These answers that come

into my mind unbidden

These stories delivered

to me fully written!

And when everyone shouts like

they seem to like shouting

The noise in my head is incredibly loud!

And I just wish they'd

stop, my Dad and my Mum.

And the telly and stories

would stop just for once!

And I'm sorry, I'm not

quite explaining it right.

But this noise becomes anger

and the anger is light

And its burning inside

me would usually fade.

But it isn't today!

And the heat and the shouting.

And my heart is pounding.

And my eyes are burning

And suddenly everything,

everything is...

Quiet

Like silence, but not really silent.

Just that still sort of quiet.

Like the sound of a page

being turned in a book.

Or a pause in a walk in the woods.

Quiet

Like silence, but not really silent.

Just that nice kind of quiet.

Like the sound when you lie

upside down in your bed.

Just the sound of your

heart in your head.

And though the people around me.

Their mouths are still moving.

The words they are forming,

Cannot reach me anymore!

And it is quiet.

And I am warm.

Like I've sailed.

Into the eye of the storm.