The art of hearing...

My mind gives birth to many thoughts...

They want to grow up and see the world,

but they grow timid and leave me too soon.

My stories fall short.

My words overflow in my head,

but then run out silently without anyone noticing.

Introductions, interuptions, 

all overshadow my dimmed down voice.

Just to be heard just once,

is my dream.

I speak but no one hears what I

am actually talking about.

Pointless statements said and heard,

with no meaning behind it...

Once, just once,

I want to hear my thoughts being recieved,

understood, and being made into

something meaningful.