I find it peaceful in the silence of the wind
In my room full of tiny lights hung in unison
With the window open just a bit. with a silent voice my mind has processed more with TimeMusic finds it's way through my thoughts reminding me to stay here one this Earth for another tomorrow
I stay quiet my voice not wanting to be torn with soundI hate when people ask me to speak
I rather just listen and understand
However to them,to understand is to speakYou call me anti social when all you have to do is walk in the room and say hi
I don't want to leave my comfort for you
I'm sorry but I'm more confirtable with being in my room, in my silent spaceI'm fine with not talking
Without having to speak with noise
It just causes to much trouble when i do open my mouth it's not like you're listening to me anyway.People don't listen to understand
They listen to reply
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Petals full of thought
PoetryAll my thoughts in jumbled up words, scrambled and mixed stanzas, Slightly dusted in deep mindful thinking that keeps me up at 4 am watching the sun rise Trigger warning some have to do with Depression,Self harm, eating disorders,and the Dark truths...