On blast!!

(A working progress... to be edited and finished)

He's sleeping. It was hard for him to sleep in the first place. He's trying to dream, trying to find something he could hold on to, whether its something he could attain in reality or something he believes will remain his fantasy.

His environment is noisy. Music on blast, that he struggles to sleep, struggles to dream and when awake, struggles to concentrate. On blast, as though every neighbor is having a party at their houses, playing music so loud that other neighborhoods could hear, as though every neighbor is shouting from the top of their lungs because they want their music to be the loudest, want their location to be most well know, want the house to be fullest, want their party to be the best, however they are all hearing each others music and its ruining each others party. They tell each other "Let keep mine and turn of the rest". They couldn't negotiate. So neither was the best and that man, boy, brother, son, father, uncle, cousin, student couldn't rest. On Blast.

She's sleeping. In her mind she is finally in peace now that shes put in her earphones, headphones, earbuds and placed the music on blast, she blocked out all the noise, drowned out all her tears, locked up all her worries, shut her eyes and painted a picture whether its a picture of how she imagined life now will soon become or what she sees in her future. As of these hours she would like to be disconnected from the present. Prayed that her phone wont die and the music stop. Hope no one wake her up for a conversation because she doesn't wish to decrease the volume. Dreamed that she could feel this relax even when she takes off her earphones, earbuds, headphone. She refuses to address those thought because it's time for her to rest her mind. On Blast.