Deafening Silent Loner
Silence is louder than you think.
I seem silent or strange,
But I just spend most of my days
Resting and wandering
In my home: my mind.
Ask me “Who lives in the mind of a loner?”
I explain that the residents
Of the place I call home
Are in scattered groups everywhere
From dreams to thoughts
From memories of overacting in public
While wandering in both worlds,
I'm feasting on my views of the world around me
To keep me energized of my surroundings.
The meals taste good and bad,
But I tend to add a seasoning of insanity.
I converse with myself to ease earthquakes,
But thanks to social disapproval,
I can smell wild storms of emotions and the outside world
Causing the birth of confusion and questions.
I take out a pen and paper to write like Temple Grandin
And I listen to a CD to travel to multiple worlds.
Tears come down my face
As blue as the puzzle piece of my heart.
Thoughts say to me “You have the passion of Chris Daughtry!
If you don't say your thoughts
Like MLK years ago,
No one will say it!”
Thoughts come and go
Debating to continue piling up in town
Or dying so the spirits can go into the light
Of the outside world.
Why would they listen?
Because I am speaking.
About the Creator
Monique Star
I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.
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