you're too quiet. It bugs me.
Can't you see that it makes me uncomfortable.
The still air that isnt moving, my eyes bouncing from different objects. The attempt to focus, to pour my energy into something. Something of a distraction, a go to.
Can't you see that when you are silent it hurts,
Your words typically fill in the blank spots.
Desperation is a painful thing, it's like digging your own hole. The continuance of needing something, literally anything so sacrifice into the deep void that is my mind. Spoken words, music, literature. Anything, anything, just don't leave me here with these thoughts.
