Too much.

I wish I could find a large pair of earmuffs.
Ones that are enormous and red.

I want to muffle.
Shh.
Perhaps a pair of blinders, too.

All of this garbage,
Barreling at me.
Herds and hordes.

Sickening, uncomfortable.
Queasy, uneasy.

Earmuffs.
So I can be selfish.
And watch my own world on mute.

And not have to deal with you.