There is safety in silence.
I enjoy silence.
I don’t enjoy it because I despise conversation, or I dislike people.
Silence protects me from myself.
It rescues me from what I say.
When I speak, careless words slip from my tongue, injuring ones I love and ones I do not yet know, ones I will never know.
The words ruin the “first impression”.
So instead, my “first impression” is of a timid mouse, afraid to utter a sentence.
Sometimes I hate what I have become, hiding my true self to appease others.
But sometimes it is better to just shut my mouth, to withdraw the dangerous orations before they destroy me.