Neighbors! – Freewrite #50

Neighbors!

Hopefully, yours are swell individuals who gravitate towards peace and silence. Hopefully, yours don’t sing along to the wails of agony produced by such, beautiful dogs some just don’t deserve. Hopefully, yours never dare committing war crimes like torturing others by depriving them of their sleep…

Because, with what I’ve felt from losing necessary sleep from a hard day’s work, I’ll never wish any trauma upon another stunting their ability to rest. No words can describe what I’ve had to call “phantom” pain, physically and emotionally. One day, my body feels as if the spirit of Hercules was transferred to the very core of my bleeding soul. The next, I’ll be wincing over aches vibrating through my skull until the left side of my face is left numb for a few days in a row. A cycle I never asked to be apart of, as I was just working my new job, happily, unexpecting what would come soon after…

The worst neighbors you can ever have as a Poet who adores silence! Not just any kind of silence, but, the kind deterring your ears away from earsplitting noise distracting you from a mission you’ve aborted all because of bitterness toward what you can’t control. Because, whether you like it or not, that’s the kind of silence others strive to break within others who found their purpose while they struggle to find theirs.

Now, after dealing with the Neighbors’ stereo-play from 7am till 6 OHHH clock in the morning, their general abuse of dogs coercing them to bark for the same length of time, their inevitable rendezvous’ thrown 5 to 6 days a week while shouting insults my direction, occasionally coming to my floor to bang on my wall (punched open way too many times for my liking), I’ve had to fight with myself just to keep a portion of silence allowing me to sleep for 3, 4 hours at a time if anything at all. And! The worst part of it all has been what losing sleep has done to a body I love so dearly. A body I’m grateful for enough to take care of in ways the average person would refuse out of sheer laziness and despair.

Never did I think I would slow my pace down when walking down a sun-kissed street. Never did I think I’d have a hard time digesting food I would blast out of my body faster than anyone can imagine. My kidneys, liver, spine, neck and head hurting persistently was an impossibility now conquered because of where I’ve kept my attention. Illness, for me, just didn’t exist regardless of what happened to me throughout the years.

Nonetheless! Loss of sleep will only reward you with doubts about yourself. Slowly, but surely will your unwanted insomnia make you as undesirable by deteriorating your spirit inside-out. Question is, how do we regain it back, all the sleep we’ve let vanish by, giving in to the nonsensical nature of a Lost Soul?

Letting it go…

After all, It’s all my mind can think of.

Just, let it all go. As if it never happened to begin with….