Simple confusion
The simplicity in explaining yourself to someone who really wants to listen is remarkable. Makes a standing point in your life. Yet you don't push people to want to hear your words. They either have the need or the deep desire to learn about you, genuinely are intrigued.
Still as much as you push what is being felt inside of you out, you realize just how pitiful you sound. In the tiniest of details you try your hardest to express and all that is said is just confusion. Muddy puddles that only splash dirt upon you.
I strive not to get too many people in the mud with me. I don't need to weigh anyone down.
Though as much as the words inside every breath holds tight, I still keep many at bay. For opportunity of the bleak standings or any one estranged sigh. I pray not to obtain those in company of others. Yet many times the slips may not be from lips but from entire soul.
Perhaps that is why I wait for conversations. The oddness of knowing I will bring some discomfort in my words or shock that I never said anything. Then there are those moments when retraction of my words are so desired because it just causes the silence.
Do you know what silence is like in a silent world? Incomplete.
So may I shy away while your words, phrases entertain others. I would not want to interfere with life. For maybe boredom will approach you and next text, encounter is more exhilarating.
I am quiet for now. For if my mind said things I would be tied in knots. As though gaining the cinching.
Still as much as you push what is being felt inside of you out, you realize just how pitiful you sound. In the tiniest of details you try your hardest to express and all that is said is just confusion. Muddy puddles that only splash dirt upon you.
I strive not to get too many people in the mud with me. I don't need to weigh anyone down.
Though as much as the words inside every breath holds tight, I still keep many at bay. For opportunity of the bleak standings or any one estranged sigh. I pray not to obtain those in company of others. Yet many times the slips may not be from lips but from entire soul.
Perhaps that is why I wait for conversations. The oddness of knowing I will bring some discomfort in my words or shock that I never said anything. Then there are those moments when retraction of my words are so desired because it just causes the silence.
Do you know what silence is like in a silent world? Incomplete.
So may I shy away while your words, phrases entertain others. I would not want to interfere with life. For maybe boredom will approach you and next text, encounter is more exhilarating.
I am quiet for now. For if my mind said things I would be tied in knots. As though gaining the cinching.
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