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Quiet

Quiet  It’s the stillness that scares me, when time collects in a jar and thoughts settle like dust, caking every blink, every swallow, every breath with extra weight, a heaviness that enslaves the body like an anchor strapped to an ankle, chained, trapped ruminating in one room inside the mind, consumed by the freedom to think, suffocating in the privilege of thought, the torture hidden in the violence of quiet.

The last couple days have been action packed. For one, it was my birthday on Thursday. Secondly, I went on my first business trip. In other words, I grew up a little in the past 48 hours. I like keeping myself busy because it allows for optimum productivity and fun, sticking by the cliche of living every day like it’s my last. But every once and awhile I’m forced into solitude–the three hours I hung out in the airport yesterday and the subsequent three hours on the plane. It’s those moments, when I’m by myself, that the world feels big , and I’m invisible, just an ant in the crowd. Sure, quiet can feel calming at times, like when I curl up with a notebook and spill my feelings, but that’s the kind of quiescence I choose, the kind of quiet that begs for reflection. I wish I could remember to savor that sensation of stillness and learn to live devoid of loneliness. My company should be enough.

This one’s inspired by “Car Radio” by Twenty One Pilots. Quiet is violent.

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10 thoughts on “Quiet

  1. I am sure you’ve been told this before but you are better than good. Someday you will be great, and remember that I predicted it! That will be my claim to fame. Cheers

  2. “and thoughts settle like dust” – such beautiful expression 🙂 When you feel small and invisible remind yourself that you are 1 in 7 billion. Every time I think about that I really feel special and unique and I then smile like I am holding on to an exquisite secret.

  3. HAPPY !! HAPPY !! BIRTHDAY!! (said like what’s his name said it, in that old movie about ringing in New Year’s Day, that you had to be over sixty to see the re-run of on TV in black and white ) . . ( What was I going to say again ? O yes ) “Don’t forget to laugh ) as some soon to be international Blogger and Poet said. And that Airport thing making us seem so Tiny is magnificent, and the quiet does expand it,especially juxtaposed with the idea of fliting around the world with drink in hand or peanuts. You have replaced David Frost as my favorite poet. I forget what else I was going to say.. . Aren’t you lucky? O yes. .. . Amm. . (just kidding kiddo ) Love Ya in a cosmic sense.
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  4. I am new to your poetry and I really do respond to it, I thought I would comment on this poem in particular because of the line ‘consumed by the freedom to think’… which moved me. Very emotive. X

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