Silence is a beautiful thing. Silence can't judge you. It can't tell you what to say. It can't do anything, but let you breath.
Same thing with being alone. Nobody can judge, tell you what to do, tell you what you can or can't say. You're alone. Do what you want. Say what you want. Be who you want. Anything is possible when you are alone. I prefer to be alone, in silence, so I can be me. The real me. Not the one I have to fake everyday just so I don't get locked up. But the one who wants to scream. The one who wants to kill. The one who hates everyone. The one who wants to cry. Cry a river and drown. The one who says, "Pack a bag and walk out that door. You've been planning to your whole life. You even have a suitcase all ready. You never touch it. It has everything you need. Everything you want." That voice sounds weak, but is strong in my mind. And all I ever answer it with is, "I will. Tomorrow. I promise. I'll take that bag and run. Leave my family behind. Leave my friends. I'll leave. Tomorrow. Nobody will know. They won't care. If they look they won't find me. I can run can't I? I can. And I will. Tomorrow." But you know what? I never do. I never keep that promise. Everyday it's the same conversation. The same word. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. It's like a broken record. Repeating in my head. It drives me insane. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. It never stops. It's always been stuck. Tomorrow. Tomorrow! TOMORROW! One day it'll stop. I know I'll never run. I never have. I never will. So many opportunities to run, yet none taken. A flight that is always delayed. And one day, it'll take off. Without me. And I'll be stuck here. Wishing I had taken my chance when I had it.
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Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
