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"I found so many words after you left had we stayed together we may have become silence" And some days I wonder if that silence is something that I would've looked forward to; things get awfully loud in the world outside and I think it might have been comforting to come home from the cacophony to a deep, warm silence. But other days, I'm reminded of how scared I am of silence. I think of all of my worst fears and insecurities reverberating within my skull, growing louder with every bounce- no one else can hear it though. This kind of silence is invisible, stifling, and self-imposed. This kind of silence yearns for affirmations and terms of endearment that aren't here anymore; they've grown stale in the quiet between us. And I think that some day, I might just want to come home to something loud; to someone who will proclaim love from the tops of mountains, and have the strength of their words drown out the self-doubt whispering inside my mind. Maybe silence isn't what I wanted- maybe I'm glad you left.
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
untitled no. 3 (poem and a response)
"I found so many words after you left had we stayed together we may have become silence" And some days I wonder if that silence is something that I would've looked forward to; things get awfully loud in the world outside and I think it might have been comforting to come home from the cacophony to a deep, warm silence. But other days, I'm reminded of how scared I am of silence. I think of all of my worst fears and insecurities reverberating within my skull, growing louder with every bounce- no one else can hear it though. This kind of silence is invisible, stifling, and self-imposed. This kind of silence yearns for affirmations and terms of endearment that aren't here anymore; they've grown stale in the quiet between us. And I think that some day, I might just want to come home to something loud; to someone who will proclaim love from the tops of mountains, and have the strength of their words drown out the self-doubt whispering inside my mind. Maybe silence isn't what I wanted- maybe I'm glad you left.
the first four lines I saw on Instagram (user @mazadohta) and thought of the rest of this piece in response.
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
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