Vivo Somnio (vivosomnio) wrote,
Vivo Somnio

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There are times in ones life where conversations are occurring, and you have something to add to them. The chatter of others floating through the world, reverberating in your ears. You have something to say, a thought that has slipped through your head, and it is not stupid. The words are there, forming in your mouth, and yet despite it all they never escape your lips. Held back by jealous teeth and a wicked tongue, to forever be words only to you.

I live my life perpetually like that. Always intending to say something, but never actually saying anything.

There is only one person on this planet that accepts me for who I am. You would think that this person would be a savior of a sort. Somebody who I could feel comfortable with. You'd think, any ways. In a sense she is. In a sense, I suppose, she is my womb. I can curl up and hide, and say nothing, and still feel good and relaxed.

And then on the other hand I am very much not comfortable with her. I'm scared that every move I make, every word I say, will be somehow misconstrued. This, of course, thanks to the stupidity and misconceptions of others that I know. Taking something relatively simply, really, and butchering it beyond repair.

I do not find life's sense of humor amusing.

I spend too much time thinking about that one thing, and what I can do to change it.

I am a question aspiring to be an answer.
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