silence

i don't often ramble, but i find it so strange. silence.
it doesn't really exist does it? through the faint roar of car engines and drunken murmurs, there is never truly silence. think of all the atoms, molecules, continually bombarding your eardrums. so small, we dont even know they're there.


suppose you think about it, everything in the world is vibrating, all the time.
and if vibration creates sound, i wonder what particles would hum, when they think that we can't hear.

the songs magnesium could sing, the chants iron would utter. reactions would be like orchestral fireworks, magic.

but for now, i will return to my suburban "silence" and pray that the earth could sing me to sleep.