Day 13: city of sound

i forgot this feeling

of wordlessness

of running out

and away

falling short

and over

over

over

again

there has got to be something new to say

and so maybe this leather skin iʻve been practicing

is making it harder to take time in my own skinning

for the reader

too much of me is already turning tough

out of necessity

but that was not the point of this journey

why stand under these flashing lights

if all the shine does

is makes me want to curl into myself

what is the point

if it leaves nothing to be shared

only fear closing me over

not a word left

to be said out loud

why move to the city of sound

if it only inspires my silent hustle