Something has happened in the last few days. I can't quite describe all that it is, all that it means
Some resolve has gone, but so much knowledge has been gained.
A knowing that, what I have to say isn't as important as what other's around me need to say. And that I'm not meant to talk so much as
to simply listen.
So those that see me, when I don't talk much, and when I do, speak at a much lower volume than usual.
It's because
I have nothing to say that's worth listening to.
I started this off trying to understand, but finished understanding what's going on with me :P It's not necessarily a poem for readers, it's more for myself if that's alright.