back in my box.

I have been lamenting the late start to the week, and now, it is already Wednesday. I haven't fallen behind, I haven't lost a step, I just feel off because the days in my mind do not align with the numbers in the calender.
I keep discovering that I have nothing to say. I am a blank perspective.

When I consider the consequences against the potential awards of opening my mouth, I have been deciding to just keep quiet.
Shrug it off.
Marvel at how the leaves still look like wax carvings underneath the fading full moon.
I think I have finally been put back in my box.
I broke out years ago;
hoping to make a difference in this world.
Now I have realized that those who speak the loudest:
are more than often those with the least to say.
so, now I guess I will just stay quiet.



as a side note, Andrew was right....Kid CuDi's Man on the Moon is incredible. Truly an achievement. More on this phenomenon later after I have had proper time to digest this composition.