A Moment of Silence-- Extended

I wonder how many sutures it would take
to seal my lips from corner to corner.
Sometimes random images and ideas like that
just occur to me...
My soul is so much more at peace
without the weight of my voice.
I am comforted in the pillows of my silence.
Why should there be a constant need
to fill up space around us with empty words?
I would rather speak through my fingertips,
or with my black whiskey gazes,
or my hand rolled smoke signals.
They can't be much more difficult to understand
than idle, uncomfortable conversation.
So what if I don't open my mouth for six months?
I am not contained in my voice.
So what if I disappear for a year or five?
My existence does not begin and end with the limits of your vision.
Sometimes I feel like this is all wrong,
like nothing is as it should be.
My skin is about half of an astral inch away from my bones,
it just doesn't fit.
I was not born to be a normal person...
please do not expect normal things from me.
Do not expect... anything at all.
Just let me fade, and become a part of the background.
It is here that I thrive, where I feel at home.
You will see me again when the time is right.
I'm always the one behind the cloud of smoke,
watching, remembering, dreaming.
Just because you can not see me,
does not mean I am not there...

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