the more things change the more they stay the same.
No one can hear me over the sound of their own stories.
No one can hear me over the drone of their self-importance.
No one can hear me outside their walls of egocentric concern.
No one can hear me because no one really cares beyond bare necessity.
I can barely even hear myself anymore.
I can barely even hear anymore, myself.
And those infrequent nights when at long last I slip through that familiar silent darkness to my own safe place, I lay there staring at my ceiling. And sometimes... sometimes I think I hear a voice. My voice.
And he whispers, "You're all alone."
No one can hear me over the drone of their self-importance.
No one can hear me outside their walls of egocentric concern.
No one can hear me because no one really cares beyond bare necessity.
I can barely even hear myself anymore.
I can barely even hear anymore, myself.
And those infrequent nights when at long last I slip through that familiar silent darkness to my own safe place, I lay there staring at my ceiling. And sometimes... sometimes I think I hear a voice. My voice.
And he whispers, "You're all alone."