Spoken Silence
Silence in the open air
Overwhelmed with nothingness
but it's always everything
Too jumbled to organize
Too messed up to put in complete sentences
Am I just dysfunctional?
Empowered by self infliction
It's my addiction.
So to say the colors in my head
I simply just write
write
and
write
Then maybe you'll see
the
deepest
part
of
me.
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