Monday, April 11, 2011
If You Really Knew Me
I wished I knew how to put it in words. I wished I wouldn't have to explain it to anyone yet still be understood. I wished what I was going to say wouldn't be misjudged for something else. Maybe I was heard but not listened. Maybe I talked but it was not a conversation. Maybe everything is simply overturned and I am left to figure out the reasons why. But no one can help me. It's a battle with the inner self. I need to seek peace but I find too much solace in my deep dwellings. I dislike crowds of strangers and I dislike their murmurs. I dont like to be distracted from murmurs. I only want silence. Silence is glory. Alas, I can't find any. Where should I seek them?