Connective Cube

Here we go
again

The dance where I avoid talking to
anyone
today
if I can help it.

There are at least 5, maybe 20 others with their headphones on, faces soft behind florescent glows.

I find comfort in our mutual silence:

Why would I want to talk to people who think they know me so well?
With their comments that I have nothing to say, that I lack ideas.
Well, they come, but not to y’all, ones who point the finger at an easy target
Day in, and day out.

Forgetaboutit. Is all I have to say in my head to you, as you mistake my silence for lack of passion.
I don’t want to share it with you
until
maybe
you stop telling me how much you can’t stand someone
that is more similar to me
than you will ever know.

I wonder how often you say the same about me, to others.

Until then,
I will keep the sensory channels down, my appearance aloof, and do my best to
not think about any of you at all in the natural glow.