"When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most."
Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home (via simply-quotes)
‘I’
‘I’… what is that word?
it’s a word that gets stuck in our mouth cavity again and again always crawling back worn from exhaustion.
‘I’ am an animal reeking of a stench even the dogs don’t want to be in my vicinity; afraid they will catch whatever disease or pestilence ‘I’ may hold.
‘I’ am the destitute, ready to risk my life just to make my breath last for one more day. ‘I’ am the monster in the shadows of the thick covering of night;
wanting, thirsting, searching for the next high ‘I’ can get without safety or concern of wandering eyes, despite the fact ‘I’ am esoteric and concealed.
‘I’ am a meek child ready for the performance of play and fun;
never aware of the dangers that lay before me;
seeing only the wonders of life through my chasms of vision.
‘I’ am the parent of three beautiful blessings; wanting only the best in life for them; mending their seams as they go along obtaining scratches and bruises for themselves that ‘I’ cannot fully understand.
‘I’ am the dreamer everyone yearns to gain full access to;
always, always searching for more out of my life that can only be accomplished through sacrifice and courage;
dreaming ‘I’ envisage a new world that only ‘I’ can grab and have dominion over.
‘I’ am a teacher of life;
sharing parallel experiences that others beg the aid for;
listening to dissipated voices eager for my attention and time.
‘I’ am the lonely heart still searching for that chunk big enough to fill the empty spaces; aching inside as if there were a small living being inside prodding at my internal walls reminding me ‘I’ have empty spaces;
unsure of what the next day will bring me, ‘I’ keep searching.
‘I’ am a deep thinker lost in the boulevard and alleys of my mind;
musing of the endless possibilities the world can offer me;
caught in thought, distractions appear from my blind side forcing me to step out of the crevices of my thought process into the real world realizing the performance of reality with the role of ‘me’ or the person everyone knows.
You see beyond the colours… you hear their sounds and see their shapes… you are beautiful.. but only far too misunderstood…
p.s. life isn’t over
decided to name my remote Waldo…
“I can see beauty where others see ugliness. that either makes me an artist… or a person of very poor taste.”-unknown
