Please let me have my silent time.
I know you want to hear the quiet too,
and yes, you really do deserve it,
but your silence is interfering with mine.
Your silence is full of you breathing,
your cells are dying, and being born again,
your hair is growing, your teeth are decaying,
and every second you exist I can hear you die.
And while that's well and fine,
it's destroying my silence.

See, everyone has a different silence,
everyone has different airs around their quiet.
I know this one guy, he has the best silence-
cause I can hear the glitter of the dust in the air,
I can hear the rays of the sun rush through atmosphere
and touch down on the earth, warming my skin
and I can hear the clouds moving in the sky,
I can almost feel the earth around me breath.
He has the sounds of inanimate life,
And that is beautiful.

But you, you have the sounds of death, and decay,
and these are the sounds I have been
trying desperately to get away from,
I have been trying to forget my own mortality
and yet you throw it in my face, without trying,
with out knowing it you are reminding me that
life have an expiration date and I cant run,
I can't get away from this festering wound
that birth has dug into my belly,
I can't get away from the reality that I will die.

It's not so much that death is a thing I fear,
as death is a thing I don't want to think about
when I'm trying to sort my life out.
I don't want to realize the inevitability
that all of this is meaningless and in the end
it won't matter how many followers I have on tumblr,
because we'll all be in the ground and our hearts
will have stopped pumping love through our veins.
I don't have to face the fact that inanimate life
only ever spoke to me because
he was around to speak for it