Out Loud Tuesdays

Rooms are quiet places when there's nobody inside them.

A lot of times I think that the silence is caused by the awkwardness between the invisible, humiliating thoughts that people have left behind: casual glances running up stockings

damn she looks good 

But we stitch our lips shut until it's appropriate and we turn on our filters that drain out the sludge we're embarrassed to think about.

Why don't you come home with me big boy I'll treat you right

But for me a room is without constraints when there's nobody inside it. I think that maybe, just for a moment, I can let my thoughts escape from my mouth because let's face it, they sound so much better in the open air.

Why are you still talking? No one cares what you have to say

I kick sensibility to the curb and hurl ideas around like baseballs, all by myself, pretending that just for a moment that I'm free.

Screw you and your scarves, I don't like you and neither does anyone else

Rooms are quiet places when there's nobody inside them. But I think that's because the voices that would normally be heard have "Filter Mode" enabled.

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