Words. Angry words. They float through my head, flirt with
my speech as my tongue silently rolls the letters into shape. I am once again
effected. Mournfully lonely and irritably surrounded by those I wish not to be
around. Contention wafts heavily through the air. It is that itchy silence. No one
will speak for they know that it will only be returned by even more aggravated
tones. The obvious lack of words actively spoken only operates to accentuate
the endlessly annoying noises produced by living things. Footsteps, chewing,
banging around each one eating away at the already malnourished emotional
stability. Muscles tighten as fists begin to shake. Irrational thought builds
to a dangerous climax, and fury boils up from beneath a cracked lid. As if
perfectly timed, the intensified yet light rhythm of the progressive music builds
and as the words are pieced more masterfully, more logically the angry syllables
and infuriating noises become less and less audible…Fuck, and this time I just
wanted to set loose.
