Message to Myself
We started making noise
We gave meaning to our noise
We made much more noise
We interpreted the noise uniquely
We found our noise inadequate
Unless only for our own interpretation
We continued making noise
Just talking to ourselves
Just hearing ourselves
Even while listening to others
Interpretation translates the noise
To our own noise
In our own language
Not bound by phonetic similarities
Yet we pretend to hear
Pretend to be heard
And in this delusion
We do not wish to know
That every noise we make
Whether yours or others
Is a message to our own self
And nothing more
Messages to Myself 
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