3 days ago
When I was younger, I expected life to be much louder. I think that’s because I grew up with such a wild imagination, and one day decided to never be rid of it. In a lot of ways, when life is too quiet, I find some chaotic way of riling it up; honestly, most of the time it needs it, but more often than most, it could quite do without. Usually though, life’s quiet in the sort of way that a thought screams; those noises can feel so voluminous yet always stays the same octave. There isn’t much of a point to this other than I think most people prefer to stay quiet and I always thought life was supposed to be louder.