So what do we do, from now till yesterday?
We're all sitting around a table, and laughter drowns out the sounds of anything else. The music is just bearably loud, and just enough to keep the noises in my head.

Just enough.

There are too many diatribes, with the bitter of each left floating in the air. once everyone is done speaking, what is usually called an awkward silence lingers in the spaces between people and their voices. Its not really silent, though. Its saturated with thoughts and vibes and circles and lines and waves and all of them are constantly buzzing and humming around you and through you.

But we only hear what we want to. Only the diatribes seem fucking worth listening to anymore.