So they think you're worth the effort now
That's good, but don't ever lose sight of the fact
That you were worth it to begin with
You're the same person that you were back then
But different as well
Better in some ways, worse in others
And headed a million directions at once
Don't pose and try to impress them
You are a poet
a philosopher
an analytical mind
You have to remember that's not always what they see
And realize you also place expectations on them
We're all just wanderers in this darkness
It depends on who you bump into
I know you're willing to give
Be ready, then, to use your mind.
...
NEVER QUITE LIBERATED
I think of the last time I sat under that dark sky ...
untitled
she laughs ...
note to self:
If you sit there waiting for someone to prove you wrong ...
proximity
I could find appeal in every persona ...
or how about the last time I thought I knew everything
it's not a good place for me to be
mere definition has only brought confusion
I am cold, tired, misunderstood,
and, I'm sorry to say, apathetic
a mindset I looked down on very recently
but I had never known what it was like...
Trying to live with a free mind is like speaking a foreign language
I wonder how much of an accent I still have
the dialect, idiom, fluidity are never quite liberated
too loud
eyes look up to
demand the question
it's not normal
it's not right
who does she think she is
to smile in such
solemn
circumstances
to not
feel
enough
the right things
the response
respect for what happened
to not carry upon herself
in sympathy
what she does not know
understand
what does not belong to her
she persists
refusing to steal it
cheapen it
leech
off of their grief
she says
'this is not my time
to
steal your tears'
everyone wants a piece of the tragedy
it seems
she has more respect
taking out
only so much as
she put in
they dig up bones
to dance
with them
she thinks
about what has been lost
snipped
like an epic cut off
mid
sentence
what will never be
it's the most
the least
that she can do
in all sincerity
to mourn
that which we are ignorant of
is merely
vanity
No one's going to listen
If you're so paranoid that nuance sets you off
You'll never be satisfied
If all you see are dreams of how it should be
Life will never be good enough for you
There's a difference between introspecton and hateful anger
And being social does not mean being overdependent
Melodrama gets you nowhere
Because all it displays is pride
The future is more than you could've asked for
Don't falsely export people into your view of it
You can say, "tragedy is a part of life"
But know that loneliness is not tragedy.
You can say, "I'll find him eventually"
But you must stop looking over your shoulder.
That you wrap around yourself in some comfort
I know, I've done it too
But I learn it's infinitely worth it to me
To coax you out of your shell
Is it a vulnerability?
I find something in you so beautiful to me
Candid and laughing
Not simply linking to preplanned sentences
Words responsive rather than reflective
I notice it
Because I know it's such a hard barrier to break
A different way of interacting
Than the mellow note-passing of formed ideas
A moment in hand
Not the same, less, or more
Proximity
Something is lending itself
