Literature
On Personal Volume
Most days,
I'd rather be quiet than loud,
Because when I'm quiet,
I think a lot more.
It's hard to think when I'm excited;
It's hard to think when I'm shouting.
But when you're around,
I'd rather be loud,
Because you tongue-tie me
In a way that I can't escape.
It's hard to talk when I'm smiling;
It's hard to talk when I'm dazzled.
Excuse me,
But I want to escape my head,
If just for a day,
So I wish you'd stop being so perfect.
It's hard to escape when I'm dizzy;
It's hard to escape when I'm starstruck.
But your perfection,
Though not visible to you,
Is evergreen,
And it'll never fade away.
It's hard to be excited when I'm scared;
It's har