Sitting endlessly and writing

Words that stream out of my brain
Expecting foolishly and thinking
That someone is actually supposed to understand

This blind trust
That someone would bother

This blind flush
Of each and every letter
They always scatter
I pick it up
And it becomes knottier
Trying to keep the order of the pages
But trying to remember is so many voyages
Through the history of this mess.

It seems that I'm
Attentionless
No shoulder to whine
Ignorance
And it seems like all of my words are shelved
So I just pick this pen
To try to put an end
And write a letter to myself

Just trying to remember the order of sequences
Told through my letters and mails
Suddenly sinking into my witnessing and witnesses
Darkness, cries, distant loves and more ways
To achieve your bits of attention

It seems that I'm
Attentionless
No shoulder to whine
Ignorance, no spotlight
And it seems like all of my words are shelved
So I just pick this yellowing page
To try to put some white
...And write this letter to myself