Being quiet feels like the firework of opinion and thought is being suppressed despite its need to shine
Being quiet sounds like the deafening shriek of silence
It looks like a deep, dark ocean from which I cannot escape
It smells like gunpowder being brutally forced into containment
It feels like every minute I'm not expressing myself is another labored step towards doom
It tastes like an accidental drip of glow stick -- seemingly beautiful but pungently toxic
...I really don't like being quiet.
