‘quiet people have the loudest minds’

Aloof. Stuck up. A bitch.
Whispers swirl above those coloured heads,
clumped together,
hissing away.
I watch them as
caged words
laze on a heavy tongue.
Vistas of silence lay between us,
an invisible barrier
that forbids the other to venture through
unknown land.

Laughter dances upon their
juicy lips, damn,
those
care-free smiles.
Wide eyes and light words
spill
into tumbling waterfalls,
before they splash and settle
into perfectly crafted sentences.

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In my world all rooms have a sign.
#1 CARDINAL RULE: No interacting.
No talking, shouting, whispering, debating, miming or
ushering language of any kind.
ALTHOUGH YOU CAN
smile, blink, sigh and laugh alone.

BANNED: Charlie Chaplin, Greta Garbo, Harold Lloyd
Anyone outlandish and exuberant: leave yourselves at the door

WELCOMED: shaking leaves, shrinking violets and
rose-blush flowers,
come up here and pull up a chair.
Bask in the afternoon sun
as crooners wail their velvety woes
on a circular stage.
Feel yourself sink into the sofa plush chair,
and indulge in the silent air.

[If only the world could be silent sometimes. It would be wonderful to live in a space where being silent didn’t make you cruel or boring – it just meant that you were inward, that your world is already so loud that it needn’t be made any more amplified.

Only when that paradise opens its gates and becomes revered: we’ll begin to feel normal again]