fighting this feeling

can there really be a true balance?

Why then can i not express this feeling. . .

I feel shut in, pent up. Closed off.
I want to say something but dont know what to say.

Getting used to the sound of silence

So many people talking. Its noisy. I hear them all. All except you.

I made a discovery today. Nobody talks to me unless i talk to somebody. Only my friends talk to me. But even that is not "talk". We merely exchange words, not ideas. We only talk, never converse.

but at least, at very least, they talk to me. I am satisfied. Not happy, but satisfied.

You on the other hand remain silent. Only conversing with your pompous prozac popping partner; your husband/wife. I should have known better than to try getting close to a married individual.

Nobody knows how much i agonise to come up with something, anything that would get you to talk to me. Instead all i get is a nod, a wave, an empty excuse of a reply grudgingly churned out.

Empty, grudgingly.

I have decided to carry on my experiment. I shall no longer talk to prozac addicts; Those unable to wake up and smell the ashes who stupidly insist foul weeds are flowers.

Why talk when nobody ever listens! Why share when nobody recieves!

Its like playing freaking tennis with myself. Serve the ball and nobody hits it back!


I have decided to not talk, and see who talks to me. Those who talk to me, good friends all, Their kindness and compassion shall be repaid a hundred fold.
Those who would share ideas with me will be repaid even greater.

Those that remain silent, no longer exist in my eyes.


Is there really nobody who would truly listen and truly share? I hide nothing from people, why then do they hide from me? Should they ask, i share. Should i ask them, all i get is that half hearted reply.

Is there really nobody to share with? Somebody please return the volley.....