[Note to
self - The ill considered]
Please give me your silence; it offers so much more.
It isn’t fair to stand behind words have no substance and
transparent disinterest. The vapid “ I am sorry” that acts as a filler of
insipid concern (as if there is nothing else to do or to say) – it leaves a
cold chill.
The overused and trite expression that so easily pops out
the mouth into thin air is expected to take care of business - so casual, this
malady is now meaningless and I just have to ask, why bother?
I watch you wrestle with unimaginative empathy as you
embezzle feelings (because you have none left to give) and I wonder where the
truth is actually hidden in you these days.
Are you so damaged that there is no way out?
I don’t think so; I know you better than that – and numb
really isn’t your best color.
Perhaps you could put the ego/pride aside if only for a
moment - and remember. Remember
what it was like to love fully, deeply and without a reason. Remember when your
wild side was mystic, enchanting and vividly expressed with elegant
intent.
Remember when you were happy?
Apologies are only as good as the designed intention, and
if you think yours is clean – you are wrong; it is dirty. I implore you to bathe in some indigo
authenticity. Not for me, for your
heart, for your honor and your truth.
This reflection holds many secrets and you have shown me
the empty well as an example of who not to be. A forgery, an imposter an
artificial soul that is intoxicatingly gorgeous but completely dead inside and
I weep.
One day all that plastic will break down to nothingness,
with only a shell of who once was there – but not to worry, change is good as
long as you are able to get above the frenzied garbage of the contrived. Being true is self-evident when we see
through rose-colored glasses but when blinded by an old story there is nothing
rose-colored about it… and you know.
It isn’t that I am looking for the original to come back,
it is just a longing to have some semblance of that beautiful essence I know
exists under a guise of empathy laced with sadness – and all the words of void
that are spoken out of obligation, (not significance or care) are so
frigid.
Take a chance and run ablaze.
Give me your fire, your
warmth and comfort. Lost is a place to be found again and again so please don’t
be afraid of the light - your darkness doesn’t become you. All I ask for truth no matter what kind
of pain it inflicts, it is far better than unattended words that are never
going anywhere.
2 comments:
Love this. Its amazing. And lands on the heart. Thank you!
Thank you SO much... huge love
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