Little things bare the constant reminder of what
I am trying so hard to gasp or push passed.
I can’t, and I will never be able to.
Reality has a strong grip on me, and keeps my
senses painfully (yet in it’s beauty too) aware.
I am just not ‘THAT’ kind of friend.
Realizations keep pushing my truth around corners.
My truth differs from yours, appearances must be false.
Whose, doesn’t even matter while only the journey does.
Utter confusion as to ‘WHAT’ and ‘WHO’ I am to you.
My brain simply can’t wrap around your answers and
any importance of ‘me’, in the realm of reality.
Am I really that weird?
Black, white, red, green, blue, yellow…
Colors are colors and while every shade is beautiful, they
are still – not more (or less), a mix of the base colors.
I see and love them all, and can not close my eyes to shades alone.
Just like I see all of you, and not just shades of what you show.
To me, it’s strange that you don’t understand this and even
shy away from believing me.
My truth is mine, like yours is yours. Question is;
what painting are we attempting to create?
Your strokes are perfectly in-sync with mine but what of the colors?
Some grotesque version of Picasso or our own epic version of Rembrandt?
What kind of ‘What’ am I?
I know the only truth of my heart, I can lie to the world but not
to myself. Your words and other words, actions, and how profoundly
I feel that you feel too – confuses me!
Forgive me for saying this, but sometimes I wonder if YOU know your
own heart? The soul has a body and renews itself in togetherness.
When one separates from the other, it walks alone no matter the
Body, soul & spirit – all are one.
I know, I am. That’s what and who I am.
I just wish that you could see me for me, and not just shades.
If you already do, I wish that I could see it. Please know that
I am trying, I really am….