Loud-Mouthed Rarity – Day 101, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Silence feels like a rarity,
Nowadays,
Doesn’t it?
As if sitting with your thoughts is a reason to discard humanity.
Viewed as a punishment compared to finding solace in a covenant of vanity,
Formed by a group of individuals who couldn’t play their cards right even with a hand in each,
Kind of pocket you can think of,
As a joker glossing over everybody’s gift as long as their presence glistens bright enough,
To outshine the rest and pick up on what most can’t see…

The gray within a black and white world sugarcoated by cookies personalized by your own preferences.
The mold in the corners of a mind most are too afraid to explore without decadence…

But,
Who am I to claim anything as a loud-mouth in my own right?
My only duty is to die!
And,
Be reborn as an example others can follow without hesitance.
What I shall do is,
Crawl back into a hole until I’m alive enough to rise,
With a mouth sealed by the grace of a silent message in,
A castle crumbling by the second…