A dislike

I so dislike when someone is talking to you and then they just drop off. As though our conversation bored them.

If that is the case why even bother having a conversation with me much less involving your time to speak.

I mean why bother really?

Even more so is when the love of a quote but only to not acknowledge it existed anymore.

Clearly there is still a disapproval of yourself. And even if I stood side by side nothing could be had. There would be nothing completed.

Ah but I am supposed to be easily put to sleep by this. I work too. I get up early too.

Yet just wow.

All I can say is wow. If am offensive or in space, just push back. Alas I am walking away. Facing facts that silence is what you need.

Bending myself in odd ways will only harm me.

Now I walk down the hallway, turning everything down to limited sights. Crawling into bed I finally get to go to sleep.

Yet all I can do is still be rippled.

Just fall asleep and be not concerning because that is what friends do.

So here my eyes close and the day become apparent.

Forgotten is the hope of looking or search for answers. Just carry on and not look back.