My insignificance is profound. My constant presence continues to be absent and my words flow ever upward where I can only hope God is listening. I move amidst the many and they walk right through me light a specter or shadow that defines the edge of the light. I make no noticeable sound inspite of my conversation… It is a tale told by an idiot to another as only I listen in. The space I occupy is reserved for the no one I have become. Loneliest of all in a crowd of friends…

Published by Bosco O'Brian

What I say here may or may not be decide. Read my thoughts and know me. If you like what you see, reach out. If not, move on.

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