Loud 

Of life she writes.

Sometimes I don’t know if the silence is real.

The voices in my head are so loud that it feels like everyone around me is telling me a different story ..

And I can’t keep up.

I sit in an empty room and the rumbles of my thoughts are as loud as thunder when the streets are quiet and deserted.

It’s just so loud.

Sometimes I only exist in my head

Sometimes I forget I’m bound to earth too.

One night I wrote a list that consisted of everything I wanted to do.

In the morning when I woke up I searched and searched only to realize that I hadn’t actually written it.

Reality is so difficult to set apart from my dreams because it just feels

Real.

I keep building walls around myself without meaning to.

I keep encarcerating myself in a cell of my own fantasy

And It’s…

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