I can hear my head, if the room is quiet

By filling the room with words of music

I can drown it silent

Words that give my mind a story to imagine

Instead of memories that have happened

To fall asleep with foreign cognition

Unfamiliar visions

Because familiarity brings with it a sense of consciousness

A sense of awareness

So I listen to the words

“Hey there bud, how’d it go last night

I saw you at the band stand

Lookin

Pretty slammed”

And I imagine,

I’m at a party I’ve never been

With faces I’ve never seen

Drinks I never drink

Dancing to songs I’d never pick

It’s like watching a movie

With your eyes closed

Except you’ve become so invested in the character

That the character becomes you

And before you know it,

All consciousness fades

Familiarity is extinguished

And thoughts are taken over by dreams

Uncontrollable dreams

Like the ocean that washes away the sand

Into finer and finer grains

That finest grain being the raw mind’s wonderland

Uncorrupted by racing contemplation

Unnecessary concentration

The mind breathes, breaking free from your demands

And the ocean?

That’s the words

That create the visions

The password

To the closed eye television