The cars are honking
Strangers arguing
Gunshots of hunters in the woods behind my home
This one girl’s loud obnoxious voice that booms and echoes no matter the environment
The cringey sound of trays banging on the side of trash cans
My family's footsteps coming from upstairs waking me up
Crickets in my room keeping me from falling asleep at night
The sound of my phone going off and having to resist the temptation of picking it up
Oh all of the things I will never miss
For now my mind is in a silent state of bliss
However my baby cousins laughter is pure joy
The crack of the bat when my sister hits a home run sets in a sense of pride
My dogs nails happily doing a “tippy tap tippy tap” as he makes his way down to my room gives me a surge of excitement
The boys’ in my class have a united sense of humor and contagious happiness that I would miss dearly
The sound of birds frollicking and chirping under parked vehicles
And even the happy, soothing rattle or Mr. Sup’s keys swinging in the hallway
Oh all of the things I’d miss
Because sometimes the state of bliss, is even louder than the noise
-olive
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