i talked to you yesterday. i wasnt expecting it, but it was more than welcome. it made me cry, the way you always know when something is wrong. i'm not sure but it may be my favorite thing about you. i've always wanted someone like you. to pry it out of me when i'm too afraid. suddenly i felt terrible. when we're apart you slip from my mind so easily. but when i hear your voice, or even read your words, i'm launched into love again. i don't know what that means. maybe i'm too strong, or too weak. or just human..
I feel like somewhere along my life there was a shift. Suddenly nothing was for fun any more, it was all necessary. Suddenly I'm bothering with what others think, afraid to link any connotations I deem negative to my being. Why do I care what people I've never met, who'll forget they ever saw me, think of me; this obscure stranger in their peripherals. It's a warped sense of mind and place, seeing the space around me in my mind's made up ways. So I stray away from everyone, isolating myself unwittingly, turning them against me. Self fulfilling prophecies, I succeed in creating this reality. I need to break free from my mind's mentalities, with which negativity has propelled me. So I've started a new sport. I call it neighborhood night dancing. Donning headphones and heading out alone to the empty streets as the city sleeps, and moving to the beat. Letting it compel me towards a freedom long gone missing. Letting go is an art. Complete release is a tough ...
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