The Ignorance of Neglectance

The feeling of exhaustion is overwhelming.I'm afraid that smiling just isnt going to do.I am no longer myself, locked in an emotional envelope so thick, there's no air to breath.

There's a silence before the storm, perhaps there will be no storm, just silence.

Perhaps it doesnt matter. Sometimes if I'm quiet, my presence is goes unnoticed. A good thing? Not for I, who has everything, but has nothing that means anything to me.

Do I ask for much?
Is your time, too much?
Caress too costly?

I ask these questions of myself in the dark, as the sky stares a nodding compassion down on me and the wind seeps lightly through my window holding me into the night.