i breathe silence

i’m staring back at myself underwater, my skin a pale blue, my eyes questioning,
the silence and weight of the water pressing against my ear drums.
i’m waiting for the current to take me somewhere, anywhere.

i pour out my soul each day into everyone else’s coffee, its rich indulgent smell no longer entices me.
i stare vacantly at small chubby faces, i clean their mess and pick up after them, their parents are not my children.
i’m waiting for someone to discover there’s more to me than good coffee and i try to break the silence, i breathe.

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