Muted

The distance I keep.

Muted

I stand behind the screen,
fearful of what might be on the other side.

I want to see it,
hear it,
feel it—
just not all of it.

I can’t hold all of it.

Or maybe that’s the story
I’ve told myself.

What I’m really afraid of
is whether it could hold
all of me.

Distance is my lifeline.
The space keeps me safe,
keeps you safe.

Or maybe that’s the story
I’ve told myself.

It also mutes the color,
dulls the sound,
flattens the world
into something contained, constrained.

The risk feels too large.

Still, I wonder—
who would I be
without the screen?

My hand hovers there,
unsure if I’m reaching
or bracing.

I consider the risk,
something in me wants to try.

Or maybe that’s the story
I’ve told myself.

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Hey, I’m Jenn — thanks for reading and keeping up with my shenanigans. I love telling stories, especially the kind that make you laugh a little and think a little. As I share these slices of life, I try to reflect on what I’ve learned (or at least should have learned).

If you’re into this kind of thing, stop by again sometime — you might just find something that resonates.

Be well, stay weird, and wear sunscreen.

Until next time…