Why aren't you open to options, person?
You opposite side of our conversation,
you character adjunct to my epic,
you exciting novelty that offers
support, company, friendship, in theory?
why won't you connect to me further?
Our energy flows, our tastes click,
my child waves to yours,
hey! I like you! Wanna be friends? Wanna hang out?
Wanna share time? Wanna check out my projects?
I'll check out yours! What moves you? What soothes you? What drives you? Wind? Clothes? Achievement? Grace? Humor? Status? Flowers? Cats? Snow? Travel? Colors? Fire? Rhythm? Show me! What are you, really? What stories can you tell me? What stories can we make together? Let's live the dream, then dream more Life... and then some more, and let's make it! Let's change it!
I wonder how much of it do you feel also. Do you want it also? The same? Only some? Not at all? How can we ever know, if the real desires we keep to ourselves... always? Polite assumptions, extreme fear of disrupting that which we don't own nor control. Lifelong habits of only seeing, not touching, much less taking. Too many property-imposed boundaries, those crushing barriers our cramped, scared society has raised us to be numb to. How many of those barriers limit our steps, our path, our mind at every single second? How different would Life be, were it not bounded by our numb fears at every step of the way?
And because the currents in my Life I've brewed and designed through the years seem like such an inconvenience to break... but no, that's not the strongest reason. That is that I assume you value your own currents much more than I do, and would not let them go for just, for only me. For seemingly pedestrian, lackluster me. Why would I be a better option than your well-known currents? What can I guarantee that would improve your current state, your stable, sufficient contentedness? Nothing. But that exactly is what I can guarantee. The opposite. If that. Join me in Life?
But I guess I assume that this unreciprocated feeling would damage the polite trust created, and then distance between us would ensue. And I guess I'm so more used to luke-warm friendships that at least spark memories in my imagination, than risk this likeable person not liking me.
But upon further thought, a friendship that is deathly injured by truth might not be worth fearing to lose. I've known many wonderful people, and I ascertain there are many more of those. Many others to share truth with... why stop to wait to never say the confession one fears, refuses to say, and that only incrusts deeper into one's prison of secrets with time? Say truth. Act truth. Be truth.
You opposite side of our conversation,
you character adjunct to my epic,
you exciting novelty that offers
support, company, friendship, in theory?
why won't you connect to me further?
Our energy flows, our tastes click,
my child waves to yours,
hey! I like you! Wanna be friends? Wanna hang out?
Wanna share time? Wanna check out my projects?
I'll check out yours! What moves you? What soothes you? What drives you? Wind? Clothes? Achievement? Grace? Humor? Status? Flowers? Cats? Snow? Travel? Colors? Fire? Rhythm? Show me! What are you, really? What stories can you tell me? What stories can we make together? Let's live the dream, then dream more Life... and then some more, and let's make it! Let's change it!
I wonder how much of it do you feel also. Do you want it also? The same? Only some? Not at all? How can we ever know, if the real desires we keep to ourselves... always? Polite assumptions, extreme fear of disrupting that which we don't own nor control. Lifelong habits of only seeing, not touching, much less taking. Too many property-imposed boundaries, those crushing barriers our cramped, scared society has raised us to be numb to. How many of those barriers limit our steps, our path, our mind at every single second? How different would Life be, were it not bounded by our numb fears at every step of the way?
And because the currents in my Life I've brewed and designed through the years seem like such an inconvenience to break... but no, that's not the strongest reason. That is that I assume you value your own currents much more than I do, and would not let them go for just, for only me. For seemingly pedestrian, lackluster me. Why would I be a better option than your well-known currents? What can I guarantee that would improve your current state, your stable, sufficient contentedness? Nothing. But that exactly is what I can guarantee. The opposite. If that. Join me in Life?
But I guess I assume that this unreciprocated feeling would damage the polite trust created, and then distance between us would ensue. And I guess I'm so more used to luke-warm friendships that at least spark memories in my imagination, than risk this likeable person not liking me.
But upon further thought, a friendship that is deathly injured by truth might not be worth fearing to lose. I've known many wonderful people, and I ascertain there are many more of those. Many others to share truth with... why stop to wait to never say the confession one fears, refuses to say, and that only incrusts deeper into one's prison of secrets with time? Say truth. Act truth. Be truth.
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