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.

7 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.