The words I yearn to say are stuck inside my chest,
Burried deeply under all that is unpleasant.
To write much more than I already have urges me to feel.
I often wonder how those around me navigate the world without writing down all that they stumble upon.
I have never known what it feels like to be numb to passion or anything in relation to.
In sorrow I drown and in love I always plummet to my death.
I have mastered the art feeling and I wish now for the gift of silence.
For a short while I would like to hush the voices feeding me boundless emotion.
Oh, instead please starve me of this heart pounding inspiration.
I need peace to flow through my veins as I focus on what lives and breathes in front of me.
Life is a beautiful thing that not one of us has control over, it dashes past in the blink of an eye.
I want to exist
Not in shallow conversation,
But in the depths of the universe,
In irreplaceable memories and words too rich it would be sinful not to read aloud.
If I could just turn off what burns me under the surface, even for just a moment
I think I'd be alright.