Between Two Worlds

I can walk forward. But I wont hear anything.
I can take a breath, and hear the mechanics of my body function.
It's silent.
Like a snowfall.
Just present enough to nip the tip of my nose,
and tops of my ears.

I walk backwards. Then I hear everything.
I blink, and watch the world around me shift.
It's boisterous.
Like being in the median.
Between rushes of bustling traffic.
I can't sit still.
Have to run.
Have to run.