Noise and movement

Quiet and stillness

Most people enjoy the stillness. They find a sense of peace in it.

I hate the quiet though.

Many find a palace of peace to be quiet, empty, hollow.

I disagree. My peace begins where quiet ends.

In a place where the world is louder than my thoughts,

intelligence can be a curse rather than a blessing.

A curse of knowing too much and being unable to do much.

The truth is, I always feel trapped in a prison of silence.

Untamed confidence is the only place I find a shred of something real.

Confidence is sometimes the only place where I find a piece of me that is uniquely me.

I feel like a prison built by bricks that weren't built with my hands.

Or a gilded palace with a facade of perfection.

The truth is

I am, who I am.

And sometimes the world makes me feel trapped

Within a prison

That the world placed

inside my head.

This prison is created by a world that isn't able to understand me.

And I barely understand myself.

Welcome to my world.

It is loud.

Because, in my world, I refuse to be trapped by silence.