and again.

peace be upon you.

titanium is banging in her earphones.
her head nods following the rhythm.


fingers are cold to the bones.
the dead silence of the atmosphere doesnt choke her.
isnt awkward either.
because she knows where she is.
i'm talking loud not saying much.



the table is full of papers of undone assignments.
shoot me down but i wont fall.
i am titanium.


tabs after tabs after tabs of different perspectives,
funny how one question triggers multiple answers,
ghost town and hunted love.
raise your voice,
sticks and stones may break my bones.

her head is clouded,
too many things to do,
so little time.
stone hard, machine gun.
fire up the ones who run.

as the fingers type swiftly on the keyboard,
sia is coming to the end of her last verse,
guetta is running out of head-nodding beats,
she has come to the end of her post.
she presses replay.
and again.


i'm talking loud not saying much...