Every day
some part of my subconscious is wondering at
human beings odd, acquired habit
of filling silence.
mistaking something valuable as a awkward mistake to be
eradicated, fixed, filled.
while at the opposite end of the spectrum
is those who value silence.
feel undeniable annoyance
at those who throw their peace away,
mistake the definition of silence for a lack of,
and not a gift.
Sitting in any class,
their will be two mindsets.
Two musings constantly buried in the subconscious
of two very different types of people.
one will bypass thinking,
instead flinging words out
like they were born without the space between that split second when something flits into a mind
and when that thought bursts out.
The other thinks, dreams, plans,
and doesn't stop.
If someone were to describe me,
their first word would be
silent.
the bane of my existence.
I'm not silent in my mind,
Everyday, full fledged conversations flood my thoughts.
Some reply's that will never be spoken, never absorbed by the shocked ears of the extroverts surrounding me.
Thousands of mad little dreams,
that thinking about five minutes later,
put my sanity into question.
The only dilemma is
i haven't spoken a word.
A problem for others,
a jumbled mess of escape and frustration for me.