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It just makes me think about
dynamics.
And the way that sometimes
life is quiet and sometimes it's loud. The
way these voices collide in treble tones and sympathetic noises. Makes me think about those times when a
whisper does more than a scream ever could.
Makes me think that sometimes
shorter is better. Sometimes saying less
means more. Sometimes it’s the silence
that counts and that’s why I concentrate on the shallow breathing.
So we stand here, voices
bouncing around these four walls, drowning in words way too big for us. Squinting out at our futures, hoping that clichés
fit the feelings and photographs capture the sunsets. Stand here in the places we’ve made our own,
losing our words and finding this balance between a smile and sadness. We’re clicking our tongues off the roofs of
our mouths, they’re adjusting mortarboards on their heads, and we’re all
looking for something we’re not really ready to understand.
We’re talking loud, but it's
all over our heads.
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| | Posted 5/12/2008 1:31 AM - 14 comments
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