Sometimes I just want to be quiet.
I want to feel as though I don’t need to explain myself. I want to feel understood. I don’t want to defend or debate, pretend or prattle for the sake of social expectations. I want to shush the rush of the day, the week, the decade, the life that is happening all the time, all the time, all the time. I want to hear nothing, no one, but you, singing the song of my heart each day.
Listen. Hear me? Nothing. Sing.