Silence

There is a point where you just don't want to try anymore. A point that you come across where you just want to give up. A point where you are tired of screaming above everyone else trying to be heard. A point where you are tired of opening up to people who just come and go. A point where you look at the past, and realize how much of a waste it all was. A point where you are just tired of trying to put back the pieces that are not worth piecing together. A point where you accept reality and become okay with it. A point where you realize that no one is going to care, and you should therefore stop caring. A point where you are sick of this precarious walk where you are still trying to figure out where you stand, what your place is, and what your role is in your own life but also in other people's life. Is there any significance at all? This is the point where you shut that open book. This is the point where you become silent.

I can't wait to go home, where everything is all taken care of, where everything is so much more simple. Even if it is just for a little while.