It feels like silence
It is smiling and laughing
It is acting,
Pretending.
It feels like white noise
It is emptiness and self-doubt
It is living.
There are dishes to be washed,
The wash basket is overflowing,
The bed is unmade because
I have not yet left it.
It is realising time is moving on
The day has gone but,
you have not.
~ JustMe ~