I Needed a Door to Close

Dear Delyara, There was so much sound today. Messages, traffic, conversation, questions, someone laughing too loudly, someone asking me the same thing twice, the television in the other room, the constant hum of other people existing near me. By evening I wanted one thing only: a door to close. Not because I hate people. Because my system had no room left. I think this is something I understand more now — solitude is not always sadness. Sometimes it is repair.