Seemingly Ruthless... the unedited version.
I sit quietly waiting, waiting, for the Answers; life’s little love letters; reminders. Yet silence is the song that fills the airy spaces, because I chose to block out those silly voices in my head. Shhhh…Answers are falling onto deaf ears and muted tongues are answering the way they want to answer, and all the while, lies are filling the wombs of liars. So, what do you want to say? What do you want me to say? The agenda in your heart is a deceitful one, yes? Stabs at truthful banter to get your point across and rob me of myself. Possession is the answer. You want to control my existence in your existence. Shut up! I don’t want you to speak. I don’t want to hear words that drip from your flopping corrupted tongue, but only listen to your breath, your beautiful eyes, your “body language” and reap a story that I can swallow. I chose to ignore the words that lie between the words you speak, my little secret to self. One more day of ignorance and self loathing, one more sign pasted to the heart, “Do not disturb”. Oh happy day, happy fucking day.
