Heart of gold, made with stone.

Verbal comprehension with the intention of seeking a place willing to listen. After all, I can't be any worse off than when these words start to wear off. In the meantime, just tryin' to make sense of all the things I wasn't already aware of.


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Words flow in and out of ears
as faces swim in front of blinking eyes
conversations turn from one thing to another
to compensate for the lack of interest that leave us tongue-tied.
See, familiar company has never seemed more lonely
than when we turn away and gaze at the ground
in a unconscious attempt to drown out the voices
that once served as our most comforting sounds.
But believe me when I say,
(There was nothing in me that wanted for it to turn out this way)
Things change over time to accommodate everyone’s need for something new
and as everything unfolds, weaving through these patterns were just a way of bidding another adieu,
compelled us to set aside things we could or could not undo, just to flip the pages preparing for our next cue.