can’t
understand
their
words
intoxicated
with
babble
they
transmit.
silent
one beside me
uncomfortable
but
why
the
others
put
off their vibe.
enjoy
being
who
I am
whoever
that
may
be.
hear
the words
telling
me to
stop
embarrassing
those
around me.
can’t
be too loud though
they
do not leave
and
then they
come
back
tomorrow.
forced
to wonder
if
I make
a
difference at all
I
wouldn’t exist, to them,
if
they never saw me.
silence,
to me
never
is a bad thing
two
or more people
should
be able to share
silence.
bathing
our thoughts
in
conversation,
but
even our minds
need
rest
from
time to time.
I
watch my smoke twist
toward
one
who
is
uncomfortable
with
silence.
sitting
quiet
as
the wooden one
up
on my mantle
silent
as I remember
nothing
concluded...
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