The Buzz

All around you, everyday, there is a constant buzz. The quiet sounds you would only miss if all things fell silent. The whistling of wind. The air sucked in and out of your own lungs. The cars on a road far away. The ideas, and thoughts, and emotions bumping around in your head. The beating of millions of hearts. There is loud and jumbled the buzz of others, all talking, all thinking, all judging. So many voices that are not your own buzz against your skull. So many pressures and joys thump against you. You hear so much and you hear so little. Everything is buzzing. Buzzing is everything.