Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams

(30/11/1994 / Birmingham)

Listen


Listening.
It's the hardest thing for the human to do.
Saying you're a good listener means nothing.
At least, these days.

Though it's an art form in itself.
It's not what we hear.
It's what we listen to.
Common sense should tell you what to do with that information.
Human evolution has taken away common sense.
So what now?

You're here to listen to me.
That's lovely.
But then what?
What will you do then?
Pity me?
Hold me?
Lie that everything will be alright?

Listening.
It's the hardest thing for the human to do.
Why?
Because you only hear, never truly listen.

Submitted: Saturday, October 06, 2012
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