Much of your words misinterpreted

Much of your deeds forgotten

Much of your existence unfelt

But you know it doesn’t matter.

Sometimes when it’s hard to forget

And you’re forced to replay those

Scenes again and again and again.

You get sick of the routine eventually.

And you become numb to all that is bothering you.

There’s nothing as great and as wonderful as a listening ear.
Anyone?

-amalina