Tapes

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There’s a soundtrack for everything: the delirium of the morning, the hurried panic while tidying the house, listening to the calm tick-tock in a still house…

What happens when the tape runs out?  My mind seems to have an endless supply of background music and it secures it with a vice grip, which is torture if the song is something ridiculous (like a commercial jingle!).  I’m working on clearing my mind so that the silence can be just that, but the juxtaposition is the volume of my thoughts.  They start as a whisper and build into full-blown orchestras if I don’t pay them mind.  

Maybe I should work on applying a “pause” button?

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