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5.13.2012

searching for the vacuum closet.








i have been word-less for days now. and im pretty sure, word-less is not even a word. this just proves how absolutely word-less i am. i don't really want to talk to anyone,because they all tend to ask me a lot of questions, that i can't really answer that well. i feel like a vacuum has sucked all the words and thoughts out of me. so, can't we just watch a movie together, silently? or can't we just ride some nice bikes, or play on my swing set. why does everyone feel like they have comfort me or whatever; or maybe people don't feel like they have to comfort me. and that's fine. because i don't really like fake comfort. it hurts more than just leaving things unspoken. so lets stay unspoken. and let's stay silent. because when there is silence, it gives us plenty of time to count stars and what not. let's read a lot of books, and empty our rooms, let's have bare walls. let's tape newspaper to doors, and hang bird cages from our ceilings, let's do some freaky origami. let's build forts and flip people off. let's kind of laugh some times, but not that much, because then it wouldn't be that silent. let's pretend we don't care about school, or grades. let's drop out of high school. let's take a 7 week road trip and make some music. it's ok if we make music; music and silence are pretty much the same thing. let's go gold mining in California. let's bathe in the stream. let's go blind for a day. but until my words and thoughts are replaced, by the vacuum. i will just be silent. silence is strictly golden.


i promised that i wouldn't lie. but when i promised that, i was smiling. because i knew that promise, was a lie.
i will be silent. 


sarah janelle.