The rate at which my deep-seated hunger for primitive silence is escalating is alarming, maybe? Truly, I instinctively search for virtual mute button to drown out the constant noise. These are not proverbial, allegorical statements. Presently, I crave detox from over-stimulation like a new mother craves uninterrupted sleep. 

It is entirely possible that, were I to get my wishes granted, I would waste more than one hour on vegging on social media. I would spend a few on deep, heavy naps. I would maybe organize or clean my immediate surroundings, after a while. Venture out to get a solitary light, fresh meal which, in a menu description, would not include words like 'macaroni' or 'chicken'. 

But after the initial relief, I would finally stare out over open country and think deeper. I would pray for God's takeover of my newly refurbished mental infrastructure, so I could start to rebuild the intimate, the surreal, the true, the ultimate me in Him. The only me worth pushing onward, because just then my focus is clear, inner compass set straight, and all lingering ballasts dropped. 

Life would simply make perfect sense again. 

I think of this, presently mentally lost like a newbie outfielder.