Quiet in the middle of chaos

Unseen Letter archive #5

I have a love-hate relationship with quiet.

I memorialize the rare minutes of a week when no noise was heard in my swirl, but every time I get there I seem to forget how uncomfortably awkward the quiet can initially feel.

Quiet is life’s version of naked.

All that stands between me and what is inside of me, minutes before – the questions and needs of my ch…