My eyes blur
All I can see is a blinking cursor on the screen
Emptiness
They're talking
They won't stop talking
Smilingsmiling
I focus on their words for a moment
A thought comes to mind
I open my mouth to say it
Two word come out
But neither turn their head
I'm not there
I guess I never was
So I might as well
Hide my face with my hair
And withdraw
Plug in the headphones
Blast the music and imagine someone
Calling my
name.
YOU ARE READING
Struggle and Strive
SpiritualPart 3 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series. This is where I put my every random thought that may or may not deserve to be emblazoned on your screen. (In this edition I will probably also post some prose/flashfiction from a blog I'm writing w...
