Conversations of ideas
I sit here as the remaining bits of hope settle before the pieces fall apart. I am just wanting to find the finer details of the day to cling to. The rush of being places and finding oddity in more thoughts and steps.
I find it hard to see the clear outline of how things are supposed to go and yet they don't. Yet there is no reason to simply rely on only my responses. I have no complete understanding unless things are plainly said. I won't hint around bushes or play a card. I will be upfront about my wants.
Yet here the thoughts rummage through my mind and screaming them does no justice to the full actions I need to express. Yet I won't know if what I say even affects anyone. No one reaches out to say things to me. So I remain silent.
Conversations remain silent. I sigh because the mind spins more reels and the ideas just pour from me. I resist because I don't want to seem like I am too aggressive in obtaining. Yet I don't even obtain. I just refrain.
I trade this calm for one more time of craziness. The adventure of publicly being wild. Indeed a variety of places come to mind. But wide open spaces. No hidden. The opportunity to be quick and demanding.
Indeed I am cautious in what I mention. Whether or not you read, dear friend, or not. I won't open the places of wildness. I settle with them as good dreams to recall on occasion.
If ever an opportunity I would love it. Awakened.
I cannot expect less than that. So settle the answers. Be bold in the pursuits.
I can only hold onto my hopes. Listen to my dreams. Crave for conversation and other things. Yet the echoes inside of me are calm. If I ever get one change, that one chance. I am leaping for it. But I cannot have sighing and a weighted thought of improper.
Silence in conversations are damaging. Silence and distances often hurt but they grow stronger, with friendships.
So here I come. Demanding a conversation and listening for a hope. Indeed cautious but wild.
Its is what I have become. Like it or leave it. But don't hate me.
Friend.
I find it hard to see the clear outline of how things are supposed to go and yet they don't. Yet there is no reason to simply rely on only my responses. I have no complete understanding unless things are plainly said. I won't hint around bushes or play a card. I will be upfront about my wants.
Yet here the thoughts rummage through my mind and screaming them does no justice to the full actions I need to express. Yet I won't know if what I say even affects anyone. No one reaches out to say things to me. So I remain silent.
Conversations remain silent. I sigh because the mind spins more reels and the ideas just pour from me. I resist because I don't want to seem like I am too aggressive in obtaining. Yet I don't even obtain. I just refrain.
I trade this calm for one more time of craziness. The adventure of publicly being wild. Indeed a variety of places come to mind. But wide open spaces. No hidden. The opportunity to be quick and demanding.
Indeed I am cautious in what I mention. Whether or not you read, dear friend, or not. I won't open the places of wildness. I settle with them as good dreams to recall on occasion.
If ever an opportunity I would love it. Awakened.
I cannot expect less than that. So settle the answers. Be bold in the pursuits.
I can only hold onto my hopes. Listen to my dreams. Crave for conversation and other things. Yet the echoes inside of me are calm. If I ever get one change, that one chance. I am leaping for it. But I cannot have sighing and a weighted thought of improper.
Silence in conversations are damaging. Silence and distances often hurt but they grow stronger, with friendships.
So here I come. Demanding a conversation and listening for a hope. Indeed cautious but wild.
Its is what I have become. Like it or leave it. But don't hate me.
Friend.
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