Sometimes I think the loudest, most chaotic sounds are just the universe shouting at us, but maybe that shout is the only honest thing it can do. In the noise, I hear the raw truth of things that silence tries to hide. It’s like a storm that reveals what the calm weather keeps under a blanket. I often sit with it and try to listen, because in the clamor there can be a kind of clarity I don't find elsewhere.

It’s strange how a single drop can feel like a shout from the void, pulling quiet thoughts out into the open. In that moment I almost hear myself fully, unfiltered. I think I’ll keep following that echo, letting the noise become my mirror.