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Screaming In Silence

Stuck enjoying being alone,

But knowing

Some of the best parts about living

Are in the connections we can form

With each other.


Writing

Long jogs

Playing my guitar

Reading

Podcasts

Lectures

Boxing shadows

Mediation

Being out in nature

Sleeping

All of them I like to do

Alone

Maybe my connection with you guys

Is leaving things for you to read

Can I connect by putting my soul out there

For y’all to gaze upon?

Is that enough?

Is sharing my artistic side

Enough?


It doesn’t feel like enough…

But still,

I put my headphones in,

Block out the world,

And create.

As the busy humans around me

Go about their lives

Without knowing

I’m screaming at them

In silence.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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