Overview
why can’t you see
stray wisps
spiral past
on breeze
catching
your bright eyes
lingering
you remain
oblivious
to what
I offer
I do exist
I wish
I was normal
instead
I remain
inherently broken
overlooked
longing
for you to dispel
this intangibility.
Thursday Thunder: Never a Priority, Always an Option
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There is that phrase again, hiding as a title. A while back, I posted an essay where it was the other way around: Always an Option, Never a Priority. Sometimes I hear things, read things, find things, and they rattle around inside my head, and I have no idea where they come from—how they appeared. It is like there is another thought stream going on that…
I feel the longing for connection here. Filtered through my own experience, of course it feels like yearning and realization of emotional neglect or a barrier to reaching the heart of another (of myself?) - Thank you for this. Love, Virg
Very much felt this. There were and are times where i felt if I disappeared nothing would really change and most people wouldn't feel the change