Thoughts that Run
this late Sunday Afternoon
I couldn't ever understand what I wanted.
Even now... I still don't understand.
But - maybe it's the same with you.
There's always been this sort of disconnect between the world and us. You and I were born and told to live this way and that way: Told what to learn and told what's right and what's wrong. In the end, none of it really made me feel any closer to this world. So I relearned: Relearned to feel. Relearned to live. And - if you're out there too, like me, I hope you're relearning it all as well.
Because I'm not sure what I like and I'm definitely not sure what I love.
But I still try.
I try to think until I can feel myself twist up inside-out until I can't rethink back to the way I was. I try to feel like it's not just my heart in it but everyone else's eyes and souls all looking at what I look at and seeing everything we see and everything we don't.
And through it all, I simply hope I stumble across likes and loves along the way - that make no sense, but
We're relearning. So if they see us falling apart and tell us that we're destroying ourselves - at least we know- even if it's to ourselves - that we recreate ourselves -
One by one - by one.
A blog post dedicated to my poetry book because it's been a while since I've talked about it.
(And I don't want this to be forgotten.)
Sometimes we need to go back -
When we've strayed, not thinking we have. Thoughts think you're right. The heart is not so sure.
It's easy to lose ourselves in high aspirations, to fly high and forget. And that's alright. I promise you - we all do. There are footpaths and stepping-stones all over, it's so easy to keep going, looking down at passing ground. Repeating to ourselves: "One day, we'll get there."