the noise on the outside is louder

Monday, May. 26, 2008 @ 22:45

i am sick with your droning in my background. i want you gone (forever). i want the quiet (and isolation). or even just to hear the world happening rather than your shouting.

my raging moods feel loud and disturbing. i am irritable and desperate. post work i am keen for a calmer space. i will not find it here.

i bite my tongue. literally. to stop myself from saying (yelling) something i regret. but i long for different walls and a different place to return to. a place where you aren't.

reading: the witch of portobello
hearing: (well, trying) missy higgins
wanting: you to shut up
fearing: this is the rest of my life