silence screams

 

Tomorrow marks one full week that I haven’t spoken to anyone verbally,

not really.

Just the usual “thank you” or “have a nice day” to strangers in passing.

No conversations.

No check-ins.

No one asking how I am or what my day looked like.

And honestly? I don’t expect that to change anytime soon.

So I’ve started speaking less.

Not out of anger—just… survival.

If there’s no one to hear me, why waste the breath?

The silence has helped quiet my brain a little.

There’s no pressure to perform being okay.

No one to update.

No one to comfort.

I come home.

I rest.

I write.

I listen to music like it’s the only voice that still knows me.

Loneliness doesn’t hurt as much when you stop trying to explain it.

So if I seem quiet, distant, unreachable

I’m just learning not to waste words on a world that doesn’t ask.