Okay this one will probably upset some people because it refers to that unseen worthless dogmatic angry figment of human imagination that most of us agree does not exist and even if it did we would ignore it anyway because it is so useless.
Still I wrote this and wonder what you think
FINAL PIECE WRITTEN DURING CREATIVE WRITING CLASS FALL 2016
The inaudible din of mindless small talk, as we blather on and on about anything and everything, resolving nothing,
fills the air around us with static interferences.
In this endless stream of consciousness and random insanity, from those desperate moments of selfless anxiety
from being alone with no one to share our love, our lives, our dim witted realities, lies the essence of our confusion.
Where has this flaccid Summer gone? Why does Autumn refuse to make a noteworthy entry?
Shit.. I would give everything I have for just a moment alone with you.
Yet I have nothing to give. So what does that say about what you are worth?
Deep inside my bones a dull ache throbs and I wonder if I am really dying from this Cancer.
I scream a silent scream and no one listens because no one hears the silent screamers until in that moment when they are finally and completely silent the dullness of their life shouts out loud.
God forgive me for not really caring. But God does not forgive us our sins, for God does not care either.
How could God care? Why should God Care?
If God did care what would it look like?
Definitely not this.
I am open to other endings that could convey the same idea of emptiness without hope, life without meaning pain without relief.
Talk about a bummer bet ya I am not getting invited to any parties anytime soon. 
I also have fun thoughts at times.
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.Your piece has a lot of anguish in it. It shows a struggle to love, to find love and 'to be!' It shows that feeling of...when we go out into the world, and start to realize, we are really alone! And it is more pronouced, when we don't have a special person, to love and distract us...this is before we have found that person inside us, that needs our love, too. This is the period that we are still looking for someone outside of us, to be our savior, to show us the way and give our life the excitement that we crave! This is before we realize, we will need to create a 'life!'
We have what we need but, it is up to us to put it together in a form that makes sense for our life! In other words this can be the beginning of our 'real,' life's journey.
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I love what you have to say. It is so far probably the most insightful comment I have read on this site
@HeraTera you are so kind...thanks!
@Ciravolostone you must take into consideration our age difference...that gives me more life experience. And, I always speak from my life experience and yes with the 'word meanings!'
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