I may be misreading it all,
translating simplicities into complex ideals
but obliviousness has never comforted me
nor has ignorance seemed a suitable excuse.
If you want something,
if you love someone
then find time in your
mind and your soul and your separate world
to make them know it.
to finish it, no longer saying “I swear I show it”.
I’m exhausted from to do lists and objectives,
however, I want my objective here to become lucid by the end,
unlike an abstract in literature, more like a bold red in a sea of white.
I believe in passion and falling,
I believe in everything that makes it harder to live,
but makes it all the more worthwhile.
I dream vividly and excessively,
and yes they may be gory, visions consisting of loss
and burning buildings
but when I wake up and find myself alone and sheltered
I consider myself grateful, and humbled, and
daring to dream in a world full of broken things
again, and again, and once more.
so inspired by passion I simply ask you to be the same,
and if you no longer find it exciting to take the time to
honor me and make up for lost presence
then you’d be doing me a favor,
just say see you later,
and leave me be with my hope and feverish feelings
I think more than I do,
I say less than I should
I write these words like a child, letting go of a handful of balloons,
one by one, watching them take off into an amiable gray sky
holding in tears because I know I’m the one who told them to fly.