Ears are for listening

Mouths are for speaking. When one speaks, it is to express a thought. Once formulated in the brain, it is developed through the tongue and expelled through the teeth with the assistance of the vocal cords. Typically once someone takes the time to say something, you're supposed to listen to what they are saying and accept what is said as fact until proven otherwise. To listen to a person speak, to take in what they're saying, typically means that you are accepting their words for what they are worth. If they have power, meaning, they'll stick with you. If not, well... Then you forget them, pretending that they were never said. They become obsolete to the listener, floating into the air like so much soot from a chimney on a winter's day.

Where is my Raoul? Where is my Phantom? I want to know where the person for whom I felt so strongly has gone. I want to know how it is possible to discard feelings so easily. Though it was not a lifetime, it seems as though I waited that long. I want to know if this new found hope is worth putting stock into, or if I'm grabbing at open air, falling into a dark tunnel with no light at the end... Is this something that is worth hoping for? I wish it were... I've wished for it for so long. Is this worth thinking about? Should I be questioning everything so readily? I don't know. At this point, it seems a fruitless labor. From what I've been told, it's worthless to put forth the effort. If this is to become anything, regardless of the level, effort has to be put forth on both sides. This is not pulling a bucket out of a well, where only one side is necessary to bring what is necessary to whom is using the rope. It is a level that must be kept balanced, for if balance is not found one side tips, and every grain of rice falls away. There is nothing less complicated. I don't see how it could be more, though.