Wednesday, November 16, 2016

The Ocean Of Noise

I'm worried that if I suddenly disappeared, no one would know.

Their expectations of me have become a shell and so it doesn't matter whether I'm really here or not, a shell can be empty inside

So if you know that I'm here.

If you can see me.

Here's to you.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

I would know

Anonymous said...

I needed this. Thank you.

Sunny Chen said...

Shells can be shed and regrown to your liking.

Anonymous said...

That's why I leave.

Anonymous said...

I am not a witer/poet, so i can never imagine your situation. But for me, the main strength in your writing is the clear vision about life. So please keep it. And be true to yourself. Whether or not we, your readers, like what you write. There's always someone who will.

We All Need To Be Seen said...

I see not your shell; in your words I see your soul.

Marina Hofmann said...

Your words are hauntingly beautiful. - M.

Juli Bell said...

My expectation of you is that you continue writing so I can read it and gain a deeper understanding of myself through your words. But I love how you keep me accountable and remind me you're not just words on a page, or a blog, or a poet. I so appreciate that, and I so appreciate your words - however truthful or raw or honest they are. All I can be is greatful for what you are, who you are, and how greatly you can shake our beings with what you are so gifted at. Thank you for making me think deeper than what's right in front of me. Thank you for being here.

ေမာင္akon said...

I have never met you in my life. I only read your blog. I can say, if you gone, i would know.