Some people listen to hear,
and some listen to respond. Some people talk to be heard, and some talk because they can’t stand the silence.
Meaningless meaningful conversations
Shadows rise to confront the sun,
stationary swirls continue to twirl. The grey of which is hardly seen, within those fragments of duality. Pearls found from darker nights, gleam direct in this moonlight. Black and white are convexed, whilst time itself is condensed. Golden opportunities appease those who can view with clarity. So step aside and think freely, to see the repeated disconnect.
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At this precipitous gap
my palms, sweat-slick, ***** through anxious misunderstanding to catch your cool insecurities; but ever empty will they fall, ever short of connection, severed at the dire edge of empathy.
It’s the worst at night
Alone With ink-lit quietude as company I feel the disconnect And miss you When I’m with others With guards of delusion The illusion schemes And I only need myself Or whatever phantasm I can attach to
Connecting with people is easy
- You just get to know them Disconnecting with people is hard - You don’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings but the person is not good in your current life situation Change is not bad - It just makes everything different How do you tell a friend you need distance? Nobody knows Nobody wants to hurt feelings But also nobody knows how they would go on with their life when people you want to have a break with can’t leave Nobody wants to be rude But change isn’t always bad Goodbyes are a part of life Leaving is a part of life Let people change You might disconnect but never with the most important people of your life You can fight for everything you want to achieve Life is complicated Don’t get distracted by the wrong people Disconnection is just a goodbye
learning to be a divided submersible once so perimetric on the fringe of all that grows within we thus fall and settle much like Sarajevo Roses colorfully resting in the lasting drawn out places we made perish now here am I into you the ****** connective entirely dependent upon the quotient of two integers the way we love is a method of mixed results
It's hard to disconnect oneself
from the attachment of familiarity one has built through the years.
Everything in college is overwhelmingly new. I found it difficult to adjust to another environment. New people. New place
..... I miss my friends. The memories. The laughters... I miss their company... If only I can always be with them But this is life. Life must go on. We have our own paths. Dreams and goals in life.
I once believed myself alone
because the world did not know me. I now know I am alone because I know the world.