Wednesday, December 10, 2008


The quieter the night became, the more he heard a ringing all around him, in his ears.


William Michaelian said...

Sometimes I think of the ringing in my ears as a place of refuge — a sort of sound-dwelling, into which other sounds and bits of silence occasionally fall, then melt away like snowflakes.

sidewayys said...

it will bless you whenever you see it, all the light you ever needed.