Sometimes, when I speak, people don't seem to understand what I say.
Sometimes, when I look, they don't see what I observe.
Sometimes, when I think, people have no clue what's on my mind.
And sometimes, when I cry, they don't know what it's all about....
What can one do to be heard? To be seen, to be understood? To be comforted?
I cannot expect people to know me. For it is difficult enough to know 'me' myself.
But sometimes, it makes you feel so alone. All by myself....
and that's the reason I write.
Because then, I can speak, look, think and cry as if I am not alone out there...
Saturday, September 08, 2007