Creative Writing for CL #1_A Story of Noise

I am unsettled. The people I talk to vacillate. They flitter and they flutter. This is unsettling.

I am unsettled.

Music drowns my thoughts. The razzmatazz rings hard and for the meantime, I can breathe.

But this doesn’t last. I myself soon flitter and flutter.

There are sparkles, and I am unsettled.