I feel unheard.


A thump, heartbeat, palpitate. Inject fear and paranoia.
Maybe i should just live as a hermit.

The feeling of being heard, of affection and love. Some think in accordance to neural science that we do not in actual really love the person, but instead the person who can make us feel good with these neural chemicals which feeds our pleasure.

I wonder.



Like a man on an island, screaming out at the oceans. His voice leaves no trail, sounds that never returns.