The bliss of silence

What is that I hear? Nothing but the tapping of my fingers on the keys. I crave these moments of stillness. I steal them away when the opportunity rises. I feel as if my walls are caving in somedays. I am suppose to be stepping out into the world not the world invading my space. I have very little time to process situations that arise when another comes down the pipes. I refuse to sit here and be a victim of circumstances. I am brainstorming or at least fantasizing peace for rejuvenation.