Shouting Myself Hoarse

I haven’t said anything. Unless of course you heard me say it.

Do you
Know if a tree falling
Makes a sound
If there’s nobody to hear?
Or else am I not speaking
For lack of witness?
Might I as well

Not be?

Not show?

Not feel?

Not love?

Not live?

Not be here?

And then perhaps
It won’t matter that
The tree fell at all

 Writing seems like one way to be heard, so thank you for reading 🙂 Stay with me, let me know what you’d like read here.

Featured image: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day 

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