Free to be in America, free to color my hair.

Free to drink iced tea ll day, no one will care.

Free to criticize what I don’t like, free to not share.

Impossible to contain freedom of speech, impossible to bear

Silence.

The one thing no free person can stand– silence.

No phone. No words. No to-do list. Just the echo of the thoughts in my head.

Silence can be sweet, like new romance or sweet chai tea–

Or it can be bitter, revealing everything I deny in raw honest purity.

Oh silence, a sigh, then silence.

I keep the silence out with whatever I can.

I make noise by all means at hand.

My iPod, always plugged in, like a drug IV.

Netflix, when I’m at home, protects what I see.

If not that, then some other means.

I can’t take silence, I can’t face that kind of clean.