I want to be alone and surrounded, outcast and uplifted, unseen and exalted, loved and despised; I want to inhale knowing that each breath does nothing to cease the starving of my muscles. I want to shout my sorrows to a sea of people who rejoice in shared misery and hear nothing of who I am. I want the earth to quake beneath my stomping feet and then keep turning like I never was. I want you to see me for everything I am and then ignore me. I want you to hate and adore me. I want you to use and restore me. I'll seduce you come nightfall and when day breaks you'll wake up alone.

Shout your secrets to my waves. Your voice will come back to you. Maybe.

If I am silent.