My voice goes unheard, rhaspy and strained against the cold night not unlike the souls of those oppressed; slowly ebbing away to oblivion. Like a quantity of dust left to the whim of the wind tossed this way and that, my voice goes unheard.
As tears fall like the bricks in my wall, you realize I am Human and the Human condition is not pretty, not everyone is happy and to believe so is laughable. An exercise in ignorance, which ironically, makes me smile.
I think the lonely world that I live in was perhaps self imposed at the beginning but has now become the invisible prison that I can never escape. When all we yearn for is a single soul to understand our own, the greatest pain is realizing it will never be. There is no one around me that I can feel that connected to, or share my heart with and in the absence of that emotional warmth, I only have the cold expanse of the Internet to document my human condition. ~~Anonymous