Here is a world where two beings live.
She knows. You know....Amara.
He is ok. He is alive.
He listens. We listen, most likely.
We are not nice enough to be liked from others. We are invisible. To others. We talk but not much.
We are quiet. Invisible to thoughts.
Think of it as being underwater, you don't hear people talk just the sloshing of water.
When you go deeper it gets quieter.
4 people talk
You listen.
How many are in the room. You might think 5, but there is actually 47 in one cramped room. Waiting for their turn to talk.
You stand there thinking when it's going to end.
What will end.
Your life or the person talking.
Obviously the person who stopped talking making it seem louder when there is only two people in the room.
Just you. And yourself.
Everyone else is just shut out from the world you walk in.
There is this word called 'trying.' People assume the work will be hard, but in fact it's easy once you know it it will become the easiest thing in the world.
Like living and giving up.
Why do things make it easy for us to end it all. Like vehicles and sharp objects. Or something really, really, really....should I say full of words and emotions.
Where the mind is blank.
Advertising got you on the run.
Soad
We can be something difficult but gullible.
Controlling and ruthless.
Giving in and doing ones dirty work.
Liking somebody who doesn't know your existence or doesn't know who you are.
We can be meaningless and useless to others but helpful to objects and shapes.
Good be and have a good day.
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RandomI'm trying to write everyday to get the feeling of writing. just poems and thoughts I jotted down before and now are put up thanks if read. It's not. Anymore. It's just sadness in sentences. Stuff.
