A Failure to Communicate

Some days
Are so heavy
I want to hide
Let
 it all
squeeze
me
into the
earth.

 This has been one of those weeks. What seems so very clear to me seems so absurd to others. And what they say seems to make sense to them but reaches no connection in my soul or heart. Clearly there is a disconnect. A total failure to communicate. So why is everyone continuing to talk? I want to ask them what they want for lunch. Pizza or hamburgers?

That is where hostage negotiators begin. With the simple stuff. Coke or Pepsi. But in this day and age I fear even those simple questions are not simple. Asking them could lead to bigger verbal wars. I know people in the south which define friends on the basis of Coke or Pepsi. You are obviously a northerner and ergo an enemy if you like Coke.

And where do I, who likes water or coffee, fit in that paradigm. It classifies me as a bleeding heart liberal an acquaintance recently pronounced and I felt absolutely no reason to continue the conversation.

Was a conversation even possible. Are all these people talking or delivering their talking points even capable of conversation. Nobody seems to be listening. Maybe we need to come up with a paper on listening points. Will anyone read it. Can they read.

Note: If you know the answer or do not expect an answer, if it is a rhetorical question you do not need to use a question mark at the end of a sentence.

The news is filled with questions nobody wants to answer or is capable of answering. Even hamburger or pizza.

I talk to the rocks

they talk 

to me.

What they say

makes

sense

in my life.

More sense

than the echos

of people

not

listening

as they walk.

Zombies

with talking points

Blind

and 

deaf

through

canyons 

of their lives.