Sometimes life is about being quiet.
And sometimes, life is about being loud. About being so loud that the blood rushes through your ears, it drowns out everything and anyone who tells you to stop. It's about taking control and abandoning yourself and everything you ever knew. It's falling flat face first, it's jumping higher and breathing deeper and screaming at the top of your lungs, exploding outward and expanding upward.
Sometimes, my life is about being loud.
And then afterward, I stay quiet a long time.
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