I crave two-way communication.
The simplest exchange will do.
Confirmation of existence, significance.
Trained to tread on egg shells,
Dismissed for personal reasons.
Is there nothing I can say to break through?
I open my mouth and hear nothing.
The gears turn, and shallow attempts are made,
but my words never attain adequacy.
But that's okay...
Nothing a good night's sleep won't improve.
We'll start the week tomorrow.
Coffee?
2 comments:
Ok here's a revelation to clear the static on your station. When I'm home from from rhythm nation I need emancipation. My kinda liberation is silent relaxation. Please forgive the harsh exclusion. You'll get your confirmation.
That's awesome... I want to try, but I can't.
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