CONVERSATIONS I keep having conversations in my head. I ask myself a question. I think I know the answer. I ask myself the same question. I have a different answer. I don’t know what to do. There is so much expectation. Emotional suffering.
Private Thoughts. I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t understand what is happening. Why me? It doesn’t make sense. I am so confused. I have so much to do. So many decisions to make. You stir up my emotions. Play with my mind. I need to stay focused. I am deeply unhappy, empty. I should keep my emotions intimate. Is it all just in my head?
I am thinking the impossible, the unthinkable. I am tired of the neglect. I am tired. I am searching, waiting for a reason to stay. Am I a fool? A dreamer? The dialogue has ceased. What do I do? So many questions, no one can help me. Where is my love?
The impact of being online and the necessity to be contactable at all times can be frustrating. The millennial generation are reliant on their mobile phones. They are online engaged in another world, whilst sitting next to you. I have a sense of being ignored, unnoticed. It is often easier to text the boys to get a reply to a question or to gain their attention. The mobile becomes the first thing they touch when they wake and the last thing they read before going to bed.
One Magnolia Tree. My stability has been supported by my magnolia tree. Planting the tree as a small sapling, it has been a joy to watch it grow in silent devotion. Watching over me making its roots firm and honest. My tree has been my companionship in moments of upset and disruption. It has journeyed through my life, not interested in my torment or worry.
I am thinking the impossible, the unthinkable. I am tired of the neglect. I am tired. I am searching, waiting for a reason to stay. Am I a fool? A dreamer? The dialogue has ceased. What do I do? So many questions, no one can help me. Where is my love?
