Birth, unknown. Ignorant into life, yet not alive. Only years after, my realization of living begins, ignorant. Years go by, but always alone, with no one who knows, sees nor hears me. I can scream from the deepest of myself but silence is all I hear.
Even though, conversation is possible, only with myself.
Years of wandering how and why, knowing that if I can not speak out loud, why conversation can be heard by me and nobody else.
I can never be with another, for nobody knows that I am here, living, knowing, questioning. Or am I not here? Am I just an illusion that I created within myself when my life was dark and alone?
Looking around, I can not find a soul to listen to. Nobody who speaks the way that I do and know. And yet, everybody speaks without hearing. Everybody has the knowledge of thought known to themselves.
In a way, everyone is alone… in their minds.
HeatherTS
fabulous…and we are what we make of ourselves arent we???
i love this
awdigitaldreams
totally…