I don’t need a shadow
I wish it weren't like this.
I can see my potential slowly melting and dripping from my fingers the way tears would stream over a toddlers cheeks as i close my hand and make a fist to raise at the sky. I'm not innocent in the terms he likes to define. That's to say I am not without my own thoughts that I will only share with myself. And that's where the problem lies therein. It's in his on going mission to jump through any and all hurdles to see whatever thoughts I have allowed to leak through this head of mine that can usually spit out ideas by the gallons when it's pushed and challenged to do so. Vocabulary that will reach up to your neck and sentences that will engulf you the second you try and take a breath. And after a couple of thoughts pour out into paragraphs and flooding every street in your neighborhood, after this drought you won't be bitching about it being Tuesday and your address being an odd or even number because you wanted to wash your car cause it won't matter now that there's mud to your ankles and by the end of my sentence your going to watch the neighborhood you grew up in drown in a flash flood and the 99 into the kern river.
But is it really that bad to give someone some space. For you to back the Fuck up and let someone think to themself and actually like you the way I did before you were all up in my business wondering what I was wondering. I consider myself slightly private. I'd rather keep to myself then to know what is bothering everyone else. And if you truly know anyone then you know what's going on without anything needing to be said. But to pry does nothing but carry a negative connotation. How does it look when you walk into a party and no one invited you? I'm sure it's not a personal affair but for whatever reason you were never invited. Your cool, you know a few people in the room, but maybe it didn't concern you; no that's exactly it. It doesn't concern you so why would you invite yourself into something that wasn't meant to. For you to constantly barge into rooms, one after another, all in which ask you politely to please don't disturb. And like the kid that was told not touch the cookies you wake up and find all of them missing..
