tell me something more worth...
amazing, how quickly things can change
a sudden realization of illusion comes,
and *poof*
your entire world changes
it doesnt really matter how much you've told yourself all along
that it doesnt matter,
how many times you've tried to convince yourself that you dont really care
as much as you do,
that the differences are unimportant,
no matter if your better logic says that love is a one-way force,
completely independent of another,
when the deep truth that you are lying to yourself crashes,
it will always catch you by surprise.
it does matter,
sometimes,
because it's not just love for another that feels so good,
it's the recognition of some type of mutuality,
some similarity, some connection and pairing of respect and understanding
that feels so good, that ignites the fires in your eyes,
to give you something More to fight for,
something that runs deeper than the flesh, deeper than words
and some say that the beauty of Love is inherent to its very lack of definition,
that what makes it special is that it means so many different things...
to those people, i send a shaking head and a tear for their hidden sorrow,
a warm embrace to shelter them from their fears
for i believe that those who wrap themselves in convenient shadows
of wordplay and possibilities
are simply afraid of acknowledging the fact that to Love another,
that to truly be Close to another,
is a promise and a responsibility
and those that say nay to such Truths are prisoners of their own insecurities,
fearful of being wrong, fearful of causing harm
yet do they not realize that to hold back such acceptance of their possible "failures"
is to guarantee pain?
it is a fallacy to see causing pain to another as a failure,
but it is likewise a fallacy to believe that simply being honest should not cause pain
deeper still, and more importantly, it is a crime to Ourselves to make a connection but hold back intrinsic truths about one's self, for no real connection can ever be made without openness and honesty;
any who believe differently are again letting loose convenient watercolors of fanciful protection
to hide their own shortcomings from those they would seek to be close to,
the ones who would trust them with their own failings
perhaps it is in this sense that we are all Sinners;
perhaps we need to learn to forgive ourselves our trespasses.
Celine said that Conversation is only possible between equals;
i would posit a slight change, one that i feel is far more relevant
and far more important, quite possibly, of the utmost:
Love is only possible between equals.
~*~
a sudden realization of illusion comes,
and *poof*
your entire world changes
it doesnt really matter how much you've told yourself all along
that it doesnt matter,
how many times you've tried to convince yourself that you dont really care
as much as you do,
that the differences are unimportant,
no matter if your better logic says that love is a one-way force,
completely independent of another,
when the deep truth that you are lying to yourself crashes,
it will always catch you by surprise.
it does matter,
sometimes,
because it's not just love for another that feels so good,
it's the recognition of some type of mutuality,
some similarity, some connection and pairing of respect and understanding
that feels so good, that ignites the fires in your eyes,
to give you something More to fight for,
something that runs deeper than the flesh, deeper than words
and some say that the beauty of Love is inherent to its very lack of definition,
that what makes it special is that it means so many different things...
to those people, i send a shaking head and a tear for their hidden sorrow,
a warm embrace to shelter them from their fears
for i believe that those who wrap themselves in convenient shadows
of wordplay and possibilities
are simply afraid of acknowledging the fact that to Love another,
that to truly be Close to another,
is a promise and a responsibility
and those that say nay to such Truths are prisoners of their own insecurities,
fearful of being wrong, fearful of causing harm
yet do they not realize that to hold back such acceptance of their possible "failures"
is to guarantee pain?
it is a fallacy to see causing pain to another as a failure,
but it is likewise a fallacy to believe that simply being honest should not cause pain
deeper still, and more importantly, it is a crime to Ourselves to make a connection but hold back intrinsic truths about one's self, for no real connection can ever be made without openness and honesty;
any who believe differently are again letting loose convenient watercolors of fanciful protection
to hide their own shortcomings from those they would seek to be close to,
the ones who would trust them with their own failings
perhaps it is in this sense that we are all Sinners;
perhaps we need to learn to forgive ourselves our trespasses.
Celine said that Conversation is only possible between equals;
i would posit a slight change, one that i feel is far more relevant
and far more important, quite possibly, of the utmost:
Love is only possible between equals.
~*~