Time Well Spent

My thoughts, not like what can be written on paper - A paper so thin that you can see through, onion paper, yes, are not worth citing still, they are just empty words, like yours or others that resemble someone like you. No need to feel "oh, so insulting" just think on matters more convincing - like the matters of retirement, or ending some beloved engagement, where of course, you and I mattered not enough to be heard by someone just like us, where tears are waters enough to fill all the wells in Yorkshire, or the seven seas. So what exactly are my thoughts, as if they spoke of volumes or of super heroes that would revive the emptiness that is living. Refuse me, please, you have your own decisions and contentions to displace, but all the words we speak are windows to the human race. Even yours. So though you fret in lonely silence now alone with laptop gleaming, or sitting in a library while someone more important breathes behind you for her turn - Remember, we are all sitting in front of some media-bleeding device, be it our mouths, our radios laptops, or campfires. Think on what I've said here in deep reflection, if you think your own thoughts are important enough to prove that mine are as well. What do you think, when alone with your thoughts ~ Are they real? Or do they speak the level-headed cruelties of politicians and spokespeople for some soft-drink? Truly, I say to you all ~ Breathe in.