And then...

I moved out. Left the rare form of tourettes disguised as singing behind. I have silence now. Blissful silence. One lazy saturday afternoon I was lying in bed reading, soaking the sun through the double glazed windows and the realisation that the deprivation of silence was over engulfed me, a wave of euphoria if you will. Bliss that space and boundary had returned with ownership rights, bliss that the intrusion that I hadn't called invasion yet was, was now over.

Then I bought a car.

Now I want to travel.