a constant murmur

the t.v. is always on. silence is not an option. silence equals lonliness. i can no longer bare to be alone with myself. the constant murmur in the background helps to snub the truth. sometimes i fall into this zombie like trance. i flip around looking for a suitable program on which to stop. but nothing strikes my fancy. and so i flip. and flip. and flip. i do not blink. i am not really even fully conscious during this time. and so i continue to flip. and flip. and flip. and flip somemore. the truth is i am alone. we are all alone. even when we are not.

I like this poem. How you can be alone even when your surronded by people. How you can be talking but they dont really get it. And it just feels like your talking to yourself.

Your poem reminded me of a song by jimmy eat world- bleed america