So much noise surrounds me.
I look up to a world of chatter. Of flashing screens and enticing things. Questions bombard me until I am a question mark. Demands and needs of others shower me, but it is not my desire to feel the rain. I do not disdain the world, but I fold inside to turn off the outside.
I look down.
I look upon my world, the world to me. On a plate just the right size, no more than I can handle. I bite off the pieces I care about, as I choose to care about them. The world is mine, I am not the world’s. I keep it as simple as controlling what I see. What I view and what I care about. I control me.