I find myself.

Sometimes.

Moving free of shackles.

I find myself.

Moving free of shackles.

Shackles of generated sound.

I find myself.

Sometimes.

Tuning in instead.

I find myself.

Tuning in instead.

To the world around me.

I find that walking the streets.

Without earphones attached.

Means that I am attached.

To the streets around me.

The sounds of smiles.

The feeling of a friendly wave.

The feeling when you find out.

That wave wasn’t meant for you.

The sound of soft conversations.

Random conversations.

Weird conversations.

Wisps of conversation.

Taken completely out of context.

I find myself.

Sometimes.

Tuning in instead.

To the world around me.

I am Timi