If I tell you my opinion, I'm pretty sure you would listen. But then after you do listen, do you value my point of view? Or like a tissue you throw it to the side and forget that you ever used it. Leaving traces, but no memories. Pretty petty, and useless don't you think?
And so in that case it's better off if I don't say anything at all. Don't even think of saying what I'm thinking. Don't even share my paltry words.
Or better yet, don't pretend to hear the sound of my voice. Don't even pretend to care. Which heartache is worse for wear?
Or even worse my thoughts are air. Worse than rubbish, worse than crap. Does it come with no substance, no point, no use? Is it even worth spilling, worth thinking? Could I be a disgrace? A joke? A loon?
Cursing moments, cursing selves, cursing everything that has brought you to this place. Cursing the inelegence of your stumbling mouth. Cursing fate, cursing doom. Simply cussing.
Inane, inanimate objects are glorified to being more then they ever should be. How condescending the thought don't you think? Don't you agree?
(I don't mean anything by it at all. Honest.)
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