i speak when spoken to. and speak i will. ill say too much til you wish you never asked . til i've filled your brains lifetime capacity and youll never be able to take anything else in in all your life. and the talk will end and ill write the conversation i wish could have continued or had in general. and the talking never ceases, and often i want it to. my head buzzing with its monologues as i try to pretend i heard the ones being said in front of me. and dont get it twisted, i am a great listener but there's too much to hear. my intelligence feels like a curse and i hate how much i know, how much i speak, how many different conversations i can start from one word, how aware i am. is it better to be blissfully ignorant? they seem like they have more fun.
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