"The credulity of love is the most fundamental source of authority."

-Sigmund Freud

Volume: Soft versus loud, frequency and pitch, children against parents, mothers over fathers, consistency battling irregularity, long meaningless phone calls, whistling of the wind, little footsteps from little animals, toes brushing against each other under the shuffling of comforters, exchange between hasten breaths, explicit hand signals, slender and colourful fingers, body against soul, and the sound of everything else between you and me.

Noise: On every medium there is an exit. You don't speak but I still feel. The more you turn it up, the faster these sound waves. They travel, they steal my auditory space, they prance around like wild horses and feed off it. And when they reach, crashing unto me, they further the exit.

Is it just my imagination or are you getting loud with me?