To Anonymous
These words came out for a certain friend today:
I see a man
A man who looks back
Looks down
down to the ground
the ground with no ears
no ears to hear his apologies
apologies repeated again
again and again long ago
I see a man
a man who looks ahead
a head up
up to the sky
the sky is his limit
his limit to becoming
becoming a happy and amazing man
a man that I see
that I see in you
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This made me think. (everything does, no surprise there)
Words are so much easier to speak when all one knows is the outside.
The insides are hard. The details.
I find my insides are conflicted, twisted, and torn.
Anyone who reads this, knows this.
My last entry may not make sense.
I fear that I don't make much sense.
So it fits.
Yet, I continue to write.
I am starting to wonder why.
No surprise there!
I always wonder...WHY?
Why ask why?
I believe the truth is in asking why.
I believe the truth is in the details.
Details like motive and explaination.
I believe that I am growing tired of it.
I should just accept reality for what it appears.
It seems like too much to worry about.
However, would I be happy living that way?
I don't know.
I really don't know.
I see a man
A man who looks back
Looks down
down to the ground
the ground with no ears
no ears to hear his apologies
apologies repeated again
again and again long ago
I see a man
a man who looks ahead
a head up
up to the sky
the sky is his limit
his limit to becoming
becoming a happy and amazing man
a man that I see
that I see in you
-----
This made me think. (everything does, no surprise there)
Words are so much easier to speak when all one knows is the outside.
The insides are hard. The details.
I find my insides are conflicted, twisted, and torn.
Anyone who reads this, knows this.
My last entry may not make sense.
I fear that I don't make much sense.
So it fits.
Yet, I continue to write.
I am starting to wonder why.
No surprise there!
I always wonder...WHY?
Why ask why?
I believe the truth is in asking why.
I believe the truth is in the details.
Details like motive and explaination.
I believe that I am growing tired of it.
I should just accept reality for what it appears.
It seems like too much to worry about.
However, would I be happy living that way?
I don't know.
I really don't know.