But we get so used to tuning things out. Sounds we don't like. When we finally decide to sit in complete silence we are reminded of the sounds. The fan buzzing, the bed creaking. We get so used to the sounds that we blocked them out but maybe these objects are trying to tell us they are alive and we're just ignoring them. We only hear them when we want to we only hear them when we're alone maybe they're just trying to remind us that we're not. How selfish it is of us to only listen to there voice when we need it when we need to know that
we're not alone.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
