3AM Thoughts (19)

Do you know me by now, O child of the seas? I am a shipwreck you are looking for. Do you not see that by now? You stand atop your deck and speak in a hitch pitched voice. They do not even pay attention to you yet I listen. I listen from the black depths I sleep in; I listen from beyond the clouds dropping thunder on your ship; I listen with a heart. And the feelings in your voice are all cracked up, so rugged. You do not realize that, but I do. For the ones we ignore are the ones who notice us. Nothing ever hurts more than a loud love, a blinded passion, an ignored infatuation.