It’s that I don’t want you to feel dissapeared?
It’s that I don’t want it to be all about that I said that and it’s all in gone to all about no nothing newsance in knowance
Though it’s just that i said this and said that the words of my last sentence not heard because of a miss on a match on a match on an match
That that’s all of a sudden not what I said because sometimes it’s a twifle of way, I myself feel unheard
Though it matters to me because I wasn’t stancing I was hearing myself talking and it’s not about like why or who or when or what or who with who
It’s that a find in me feels I can’t breathe at a word and I believe all words of mine that I need speaking to need hear to I and when that’s silenced at a match-matched it’s that I don’t care only a tiny little bit of what that other word could have been from another to have secluded my word, in silence.
I trial at trial forth knowing what that word could have been, but I just can’t. It’s just that I should pick that none of it should matter anymore.
XOXO
Alice

© Clarissa van Vreden