sometimes i wonder why is it that i am very quiet?
its only because i am controlling my blabber mouth from going out of control.

one too many times, this nasty, foul, inconsiderate, irritating mouth of mine -- with its partner in crime: the equally (no, even more) nasty, foul, inconsiderate, irritating brain of mine -- have done me enough injustice to sentence myself to life imprisonment in social isolation.

these words that bullet through the gun barrel of my throat have waged wars, gunned down other's pride, grazed the hearts of loved ones, burrowed deep into the psyche of men, and sometimes spiritually killed people.

these words cut, raze, tunnel, scratch, bore, peirce, slice, saw, and eventually cause destruction, devastation, impoverishment, amaggeddon.

and so, in order to try to cease this wanton dismantling of the lives of others, so intricately intertwined with my own, i try to remain reticent, taciturn, quiet, silent, self-effacing, restrained, controlled, hushed.

i do not wish to argue, to debate, to opinionate, to make a fool of myself, to contribute to the noise level, to be the empty vessel that i already am.

i just want this world to be a better place. and from my own experiences, i can contribute better by not speaking, and perhaps, more action.