Dynamic

Words flow, love into hate. I listen but I remain silent. I won't dance with verbiosity. I've learned to let it go, even when things turn upside down. I have been quick to react, quick to regret. Disconnected from the true meaning. I understand both sides. I can see through the black television screen, the ghost inside, the thermionic emission. I'm tired of the screaming. I don't have anything to say, at least not today. I'm wallowing in guilt. I don't know why I acted without truly thinking. It's a problem I have, speaking my mind. I bite my tongue. Once again I have realised how it feels to be left behind, wanting your touch. I submit to you, to the mundane simplicity of ritualistic life, heartbeats inside out.