I can’t take silence. I’m just like you.

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.

 

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About Kira Call Ceramics

Just a girl in Wyoming playing with mud and making pottery for a living. Living the dream! :)
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