Often I am the most patient person to someone, and the most impatient to someone else, simultaneously. Everyone already knows what I am thinking, and hence nobody asks me. Question is, what can I do but to feel completely insignificant and invisible?
Yes, I know our perceptions of others are often our own shadow. But it appears everyone is shadowing me as a punching bag. I am tired now.
I do, thus, walk alone on my lonely road as I do and sometimes, hope, that someone will actually see me. They will hear me as me. Perhaps I will not meet them in my lifetime, but I will continue to dream of you, my friend. Oh friend, till then, I will keep singing to you from my lonely twig. Somewhere, somehow, sometime … you will hear my song.
Otherwise, what’s even the point?
Leave a Reply