I feel like telling you,
How much I hate this damned quiet.
More than the silence of it…
I hate the
The way it taunts MY lifestyle choices
Judging me, saying
That my world is too loud and too full.
Like, my inability to enjoy it
Somehow reflects on me as a person.
Telling me that an inability to love him
I’m not even worthy to love him
What kind of logic is that?