Air

I want to work on this, it's good I actually like it. Just think it lost some direction.

You were full of intensity yet lacked any sliver of intimacy. You laid heavy on your thoughts, though many undecided. You paraded as if you had lived a life so fruitful of wisdom. Thus making you deserving of the high opinion, believing yourself to be righteous. You lacked what you desired most; leading those around you to believe you respected others like you respected yourself. Having sat in silence for mindless hours, the air  gusting around louder by every passing minute. The exhales of words that couldn't quite make it to the tip of the tongue. Silence, everlasting silence.