Mute.

Its funny how everyone screams to be heard, yet are too afraid to speak.
I'm no different.
Heck, isn't that why this blog is here? Lying in a corner of the world wide web, waiting for strangers to chance upon this little sanctuary of the soul, to empathize with what you have to say, to understand what you feel. To love you for who they see you to be. The real you.
The one who lives in this little sanctuary.

The real you.

The one living outside? In that real world? He's mute. Hes silent. He can't talk.
Isn't it ironic, how the real world is where you become the most fake?

Everyone craves attention.
For the right person, for the right soul to feel that tingling sense and chance upon this little church, to understand you, to listen to you. To be there for you.
Attention is something everyone is seeking.
Yet are too scared to seek.

Everyone is a mute.
Everyone is silent.
Everyone doesn't talk.

When you make a sound,
all the heads turn and you no longer

want
to
be
heard