When we are consumed with what goes on around us. When we remain fixated on the us. When the voices that we hear are only our own and totally phase out are the ones that speak to us. When everything around becomes us, me, my and I. When things start misfitting. When nothing seems right. When all fails to uplift. When everything becomes a question. When all around you starts fading into a blur, the heart seems to wish to shut down on those that should matter, everything spins, when we force out fake grins. When we discreetly wipe away the tear before it starts to trickle down cold cheeks, and when we quieten ourselves before hurting words spill out. When our hand moves out but is left hanging still in air. When our embrace is not returned and our person is brushed aside in in-consequence. When we fail to identify the cause of our distress but remain sure of distress itself. When we give up as we tire of thinking... thoughts spinning... voice all ours, ringing... to a hope, desperately clinging... Decease Noise!