Drop in the ocean

Even though there are millions of posts

thousands of sites

a billion users

all with something to say

who listens?

What we all want, what we are all after is someone to listen to us, our anger, our frustration, our violence – specially online – specially on social media comes from increasingly loud attempts to be heard, to feel heard.

Not to feel as though everything you post falls into the endless void – this ocean of noise which is full of chatter, and everyone together is shouting to as loudly as possible, specially the adverts, the adverts shout really loudly, and I hate them the worst – as essentially they have nothing to say – but the rest of us……

I get it

We all feel lost here, in the media, in a bottomless pit of pain and noise with the odd floating flower of loveliness. Where someone has kept their peace and has been able to craft something beautiful without losing it over some inconsequential comment.

They have the answer to the biggest secret.

They have learned to craft beauty without having a care – they don’t care in the best sense – they no longer need to be heard, or seen, or recognised.

They have heard themselves, they have seen themselves,

they recognise who they, themselve really are.

Here, have this lovely flower.