By Laura Powell

I just want the world to be quiet.
Is that so much to ask?

To be able to breathe deeply without hearing the air being sucked in and out of my lungs.
To be able to sit in a room without being subject to the vibrations echoing in from above and below.
To be able to silence, once and for all, the voices in my mind reading me my rights, making me doubt, pulling me back by my hair.

How sweet it would be to strangle those reverberations.
How sweet and how satisfying.