JUL | where's my voice?

these words used to flow

these words used to run free

from you

from this life

these words were my escape

escapism

but lately

I've been trapped in peace

in solitude

an optimistic solitude

but

it's weird

it's not the norm

yet I've never felt safer

but

it's not the same

I'm used to these words

reading my mind

my thoughts

listening to my heart

I'm used to these words

dictating my life and

without these words

I am nothing

but without you

I am something

- it has been quiet, hasn't it?