March 7, 2017

The more I live, the less I have to say. I think sometimes it hasn’t anything to do with experiences. For experiences are more numerous now than ever. But, perhaps, it is because I haven’t the desire to be heard.

I wasn’t heard before; but I lived.
I was heard before, and I lived.
I lived. I lived. I lived.

Perhaps, being heard is not essential to live. I dunno. I may just┬ábe wrong. But who’s to say? For everybody is talking and nobody is listening.

– Sole Traveller