Snorer

I've met an enemy. A heavy snorer.

He doesn't think it's his fault,

Of course not.

It's noise, 

Nosiy enough to go berserk.

Is it their fault for the noise?

Or their lifestyle that hinders others?

So whose fault is it?

& who suffers?

The one affected of course,

like they care a damn.

An enemy.

Noisy enough to break and kill.

Addicted to social media

When their world revolves around their pages.

They write and post never ending stories.

Hoping people to listen & read.

Sharing their accomplishments.

Seeking their attention, seeking comments.

When their world revolves around their pages.

Their reality faded.

The emotions from real people blurred

Their experiences to feel, behind an instrument.

A thing, un-replacable of a human being.

When their world revolves around their pages.

They are incapable to feel,

Be sensitive to real.

Be somebody to you.

Social media trap

Back to me~

They don't care.

So I type.

Trapped~

The closest people

Journeying..
Sometimes the best kind of conversations is when there is a response. A kind of conversation that listens.
We won't always hear what we want, nor get the reply we want. The closest people tends to hurt you. Because they are the ones expected to understand you best. In fact, its the strangers who listen and response they way you want instead, because they have a distance with you.
Closest people take you for granted. Maybe if spiritually they are not the same.
So what right?
shut.them.in.the.closet