Me and volume never had a good relationship
People are always too loud, talking over my space
In my enclosed area
Ignoring my height and weight that disproportionately took of the air around me
As people got louder, I shrank into a smaller box
Hoping that my isolation would drown out the sounds
Though it never did, I still practice the same ritual daily
I always wondered why everyone was so loud
With the dial up at ten, it always sounded like an obnoxious car
I often try to reduce my density by being quiet or leaving completely
Although it wouldn't make much a difference considering I'm not measured at the start
I always wondered what it's like to take up no space, but to be adored
To be at the center of attention, but not fall apart from the tension created by the surrounding gravity
I don't know what volume is. But I know I take up too much of It
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryA series of poems and shorts written by me. :) Ranges from growth and self love to grief and sorrow. Feel free to tell me any thoughts.
