The sounds of my restless throat are unceasing. I wonder if anyone else can hear my heart pounding? Is it me or the floor shaking? Man, I really wanted just to love you endlessly. This is not a satisfying conclusion. An uneven buzz like the buzzing in my head. The sound of my angry stomach. Soft whispers far behind me. Comfort comes and goes like sound. This room is a womb, or a tomb, carrying buried energy that won’t stop thrumming. I want to be heard. Hear me! I want to penetrate this quiet room with an ecstatic yawp or an agonized howl. listen Listen LiStEn LISTEN
-a human need, a burning desire, a hopeless endeavor. You don’t hear a single word I say. This is fruitless. This is agony. This is so fucking human.
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