If I could
Spill the words all over the floor
Spray the walls with misunderstandings
And make them as clear as the bluest sky

I would.

But I am as silent as I am blind. As sad as I am hopeless; unrecognizable like a stranger in broad day light.

Mornings of Klonopin, evenings of temapezam, zombie like reaction to each and every travesty and nothing feels more euphoric.

When I come down from this high, I’ll deal with the noises, with the conversations, the disappointment. But first, I will fall asleep in the hug of being silenced…


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