A pair of yellow hands in mid-air, fingers curling into whimsical shapes. Their nails are painted neon green.


The silence has never bothered me.

Though I would pretend, so that you couldn’t see.

I think your world is too loud

And you’re always stuck in another story,

Vicariously living another person’s glory.

Wake up, wake up

And don’t forget to live your own story.

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