Empty words, worth yet to be proven or recorded for posterity. Unwritten history.

Posted: 2016-05-10 in Anja, Blick!, Hopeless, Hoping For Some Hope

Newsradio and overheard conversations on the bus,

whispers of love in your ear and familial banalities,

the more you hear the more you know that none of it really matters.

The more you hear the more disengaged you become, the more different you feel, the more lies which are revealed.

Talk is cheap, near and far, deafening.

Yet, you keep listening,

ever hopeful that one day,

perhaps,

it will be worthwhile.

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