I write and I write
seemingly to no one
but also to everyone

some sit in my journal
in the permanency of ink
on the frailty of paper

some are sent into cyber space
where the reverberations are seldom felt

some are spoken through tears
some are whispered
some are said through fits of giggles

some are never shared
they sit in my mind
what shouldn’t be thought
and should never ever be shared

all my thoughts and feelings overwhelm
as if the very air I breathe is drowning my lungs in my own incapabilities
my incapacity to choose

suspended between two worlds
never committing
between waking and sleeping, I’ve found my place