27 January, 2022

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I was talking to a wall,
Again.
About nothing in particular,
As always;
I found a cute character in a book,
Saw a badass fan edit on Instagram,
Heard something about the upcoming budget on the news.
The wall listens
because it has ears
And then...
And then nothing.
Because it's a wall.
A wall doesn't understand what I'm saying.
It does not understand what it's like
To have a swarm of words clawing at my throat
(It burns, but the wall does not know what fire feels like)
A beehive of emotions tearing underneath my skin
(it itches, but the wall doesn't know what hunger feels like)
Listen, I know it's listening,
But is it hearing me?
Does it hear anything at all?
This... this weight inside my ribcage
Demands to be let out.
I'm trying to let it out.
I'm talking,
About a song I discovered,
About the plot twist I think is going to occur in episode 8,
About the state of the share market yesterday.
Listen.
Listen.
I have things I say
And yet more things that I do not
Because I know it's foolish (or should I say futile? sorry, my words are rusty)
To talk to a wall.
Listen.

Listen.

I have things, these days, that I worry I'll never get to say
Because
Walls, it seems,
Are all I've got.