Strange loneliness.

You know, it is weird that we have become so deeply dependent on technology that when we do lose touch of it, there seems to be a void. It takes a lost phone for me to find some peace. Some strange quiet. This eerie silence. Only up to lately, my head has been an endless buzz of white noise. It's like flipping between 2 radio stations. It is like rain drops on a zinc roof. Continuous and sustained. I guess this peace have helped me, inadvertently, achieve the much needed momentum I have been finding to get my studies back on track. Like a pendulum, it ticks and tocs to and fro, the only difference is that my pendulum gains speed. What is friction, what is gravity? It is but a void. Rubbish, bunk they exclaim but it makes perfect sense to me. Then again, I contradict for every time I think of my phone and money, I feel highly uneasy. Very much peeved. But the sounds of chimes, xylophones and electronic pianos fill my head once again. It's like the harmonics of a violin or guitar when you pluck. (try doing a quick light hit on your 12th fret whilst plucking the string. No? You're just not doing it right :p) Leaves you with that peace, that seemingly psychedelic feeling. Your eyes grow heavy and your worries slip away. Slumber may sometimes be the best temporal escape from worldly worries. Your conscious meets your unconscious. Soon after REM, you let the latter take over. Suppressed thoughts roam. The irony of humans is that, it does feel good when it hurts at times though you know it is a sick thought. It's just that, you become accustomed to it. You learn how to embrace hurt. It leaves you numb and that is sometimes much better than anything you would probably be feeling then. Numb, a void. Peace.