Note to self

I love being ignored

I like having my words fall through the cracks of the great wide open.

I love the way they pass through the invisible divide between reality and fantasy

They echo in the silence and return to my ears, thumping and resounding in a seamless continuance of memories and life

I love hearing myself, empty of reason and thought, saying what I feel and it fades off into nothing.

Useless chatter invading the night.

I love being ignored