Can you hear them?

How could one understand my words? Make sense of the ramblings which flood my head and spill onto these pages in chaos. They are everywhere, connections, fragments, meaningless words which form songs which sing in tunes and harmonies that I choose to ignore. Until the sounds become to loud.

 

Here they are flowing as a river. Not raging, nor tranquil. They are littered.

Here they sing as a breeze. Not gentle, nor harsh. They simply drift, and still they make no matter, no matter how I choose to ignore, or create, they are and always will be here. A blessing, which I shun, and with that is my punishment.

 

Worthless

I know.

How can one understand my words? I guess they make sense to me.

Can you hear them?

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Void

One month more

that would leave another year

 of more memories

 and less fears

they said it would heal

they did not lie

but healing is not comforting

or filling

the void is still inside

Invisible ink

All these empty words

pages

of

dreams

of

promises

Only promised to yourself.

Talking, smiling, insisting, lying

Who do you think you’re fooling?

Me

to

myself

to

You

I am you

So keep smiling

And talking your empty words

While the pages are left blank

Or is it invisible ink?

it is