Astonishing. Amazing. How Brilliantly Blind. How could you see so clearly? Yet be walking, talking, acting With no vision. No direction. Selfishly stumbling No where.
You got it, head on, one nail drive. BAM Except not the right words. But the cry was evidently heard. The point made, Message Found Home.
So where the reaction? Where the care? As if it matters... Do you even still read? Am I attempting to communicate with a Wall? Either way I'd like to say Thank You and *******.
Though which the stronger sentiment? Don't Care. Whichever makes you feel better. I could list all the reasons to Thank, Shake your hand, express gratitude. Those uplifting, generous, Soul searching, and Questioning Rise to Self Expressions That which you do not know you Employ. Is Not Deserved. Would not be Recognized. Legitimized. Just shrugged off. Not taken to Heart. So those words exist as Wind Whistling through your life, waiting for you to pay attention. Make sense of that noise, Take comfort in the frigid air. But you won't. So I won't. Finally.