Sometime in the past year, I lost my train of thought.
Somewhere between the chatter of my household and the sound of spokespeople on the TV, my thoughts got lost.
I cannot hear myself over the sounds of these voices telling me to keep watch- to keep looking for things that are everywhere.
But I find myself. I find myself in my room, in my bed, resting my eyes and my soul because I know I have found the things I needed.

But sometime in the past 6 months I lost my train of thought.
Somewhere between the coverage on the news and the blaming all about, my thoughts got lost.
I cannot hear myself over the sounds of more voices telling me to find who was at fault, to find who they can hold responsible.
But I find myself first. I find myself on my computer, looking up names, reading long files, and reading how to take action around me.

But sometime in the past month I lost my train of thought.
Somewhere between the icy streets and the whistles, my thoughts got lost.
I cannot hear myself over the reports and the arrests.
And I can’t hear anyone else either.

I cannot hear the beat of my own drum over these speeches and sirens and shouting and screams.
I can only hear what they tell me.

So I’m trying to listen. I can hear the voices tell me to look to listen, to watch, but I don’t have to listen.
I can listen to myself. I can listen to the parts of me that left the station to go take action, to go find the pieces I needed.
I can listen to anything.

I’m hearing the news, but I’m listening to you.

• Ben