the noise in my head
is nothing but needless clutter.
does it bother you
to hear the white noise,
the never-ending sounds
slinking through your ears
making a home in your brain.
does it upset you to know
my brain's chemicals fire in a way
that would be appropriately suited
toward science fiction?
should i placate you with platitudes?
if my astute "imbalances"
send chills down your spine
maybe you're wrong