I bet the stars turn black when you look at them. I bet the wind cries the pain I feel in your ears if you actually paid attention. I bet you can feel the earth shivering in the loneliness that I consume myself in.

I bet all of these things.

You walk day by day not knowing what I think or even caring. & I don't mind. Not really anyway. I know that the world doesn't reserve a place for people like me. I know the world doesn't take people like me, us, into consideration. I know this because my heart has dropped to the bottom of my soles and it's scraping it's face along the dirt and grass and still there's no response.

I'll wait outside for it. Maybe I can hear it better out there where I can breathe. Anhelo.

Last Next