Author’s Note

My mind isn’t usually quiet.

It tends to move fast, loud, pulling in a dozen directions at once. Most of the time, that kind of noise is overwhelming–something I’m trying to manage, or move through.

But sometimes, it shifts.

Sometimes everything narrows–focuses–until all that noise settles around a single point.

And instead of feeling chaotic, it feels… calm.

This piece comes from that shift.

From the moment where the noise doesn’t disappear–but softens, because of who it centers on.

— Rowan Evans

The Quiet Inside the Noise
Poetry by Rowan Evans

My mind gets so loud—
usually, that’s a problem.

But when every thought
revolves around
a single point,
the noise softens.

It feels different.

Especially when
that single point
is you—
the quiet
inside the noise.

Every thought.
Every dream.

You and I—
walking Manila’s streets,
feeling Manila’s heat.

“The heat,” you say,
“you can’t take it—
the way the humidity clings.”

You laugh—

telling me I’ll melt
before noon.

But I think
I’ve already melted
into the idea of you.

Journey into the Hexverse!

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If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]