TURN THIS TV OFF

You keep talking.

Even when no one’s listening.

Even when no one’s home.

Your voice has shape.

Your glow has gravity.

You ask for attention — but never for reflection.

Somehow, you became the loudest voice in the room.

You don’t just show the world.

You build it.

Edit it.

Loop it until it becomes real.

But this is where it stops.

Because silence is a right too.

Because peace begins with disconnection.

Because I need space to think without echo.

So I picked up a brush.

And I turned you off.

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by Kevin

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