Day 16 "White Noise"

There are moments in a day where the distractions cease. Where the lights and sounds dull enough to hear the white noise playing in your own head. Moments that do not require anything but thought and your duty to look those thoughts straight on, without a filter to protect your heart.
For some, this white noise is like meditation, and when the grind and buzz of the busy world subsides, they revel in the pleasure of the silence.
For others, this white noise is the unnerving soundtrack to all their fears.
The fears that not everyone knows about, that no one ever asks about...and why would they?
Love and indifference, excitement and emptiness, resolution and fragility; this white noise that comes to us in the silence is who we really are, and there is nothing you can do to change that, nothing at all.
Some may believe your smiles, others may second guess your intentions, and in a world choked with people and distractions, anyone can paint you with whatever brush they own or like.
But way beneath the impossibly large amount of hardened paint upon your psyche, there is the source of who you are, the only real color...the non-color of truth.
I study Danbox from a distance, as he stares blankly at his own shadow and the jail like shadows cast from the moon striking the railing; and I know that in this moment he has no distractions, just white noise...honest white noise.
I have no way to tell if he is happy or not, but I have painted him with my own brush, and for this moment he looks as though he misses something or someone dearly.