"Scattered thoughts and promises...
Let the wind take all that's left
There's nothing for you here..."
It is occasionally said that silence can be deafening - or at the very least speak louder than words. This is utter shit and not true in the least. (Unless, possibly, you've had your eardrums burst. I'm willing to concede then that the silence may well be deafening... But I digress.)
It is far more accurate to say that just as inaction can be an action in itself, so silence - an absence of words when words are desperately craved - can be pretty fucking eloquent.
I'm often asked what I want. Right now I want to take money out of my bank so I can order in Chinese this evening. I want a meal that is my treat and I want a conversation that will stop everything being so fucking farcical. Then I want maybe a good film to watch and to be curled up in good company. Then finally I want to go to bed with the one I like sharing a bed with and maybe even be allowed to hug him without wondering whether I'm about to impale myself on ice.
Right now, all of that is the entirety of what I want in the world.
What I currently have however, is silence and a packed bag.
I'm hoping to exchange the one for the other but I need permission - or at least acquiescence - first.
Which is a fuck. Because - as previously mentioned - all I have is silence.
Go me.
There's nothing for you here..."
It is occasionally said that silence can be deafening - or at the very least speak louder than words. This is utter shit and not true in the least. (Unless, possibly, you've had your eardrums burst. I'm willing to concede then that the silence may well be deafening... But I digress.)
It is far more accurate to say that just as inaction can be an action in itself, so silence - an absence of words when words are desperately craved - can be pretty fucking eloquent.
I'm often asked what I want. Right now I want to take money out of my bank so I can order in Chinese this evening. I want a meal that is my treat and I want a conversation that will stop everything being so fucking farcical. Then I want maybe a good film to watch and to be curled up in good company. Then finally I want to go to bed with the one I like sharing a bed with and maybe even be allowed to hug him without wondering whether I'm about to impale myself on ice.
Right now, all of that is the entirety of what I want in the world.
What I currently have however, is silence and a packed bag.
I'm hoping to exchange the one for the other but I need permission - or at least acquiescence - first.
Which is a fuck. Because - as previously mentioned - all I have is silence.
Go me.