Faded lines
Typical.
A sketchbook of faded lines.
Friendships fade but they do spark again. Yet I am silly to believe that any time is possible. Only that between long distances. That is only how it works. I get that now.
Yet I did my job. I said what I needed to say. Now I can move on.
Plainly I expressed too much and I allowed all things about me opened. And today, is today. When tomorrow arrives it is new. The mind erases parts for the need of space. The empty parts of the day, eliminated.
Cold hard truth does scare a man away. Can probably knock down a few upstanding ones too. Even to the point of misdirection and retaliation. Believe me. I have seen that blow men away. Even some welcomed death.
So pardon my faded lines. Pardon the truth I speak. Pardon if it knocks you on your rear. Its meant to do that.
My way of asking the views of friends, which one is your favorite?
Sure shallow it is to ask but I am sure only the real hand can tell the amount.
Bold I am to be assertive but keen I am to observe the responses. Grateful for the undiluted speech that flows from your lips. Much I have seen are tried and trues.
Sadly I still am patient. Because one job was finished but another is around the corner. Yet it isn't a job but a request. A pointed part of compassion, that I do still have, after all.
Silly that I could still carry some loving pieces. Not completely icy. Indeed rage and fire is within me. And I am careful who gets to see that. Thank you for the teachings of that. Hence why though do I still ask for friendship? Because I became a better person with and without you. So I ask for it to grow more.
Still I am cautious. I wouldn't want damage or breakage. So here I am awaiting for another day. Soaking and enjoying my moments of this new me.
You enjoy who you become. Be happy of being free to be the real you. Search and be glad to be able to look around. No one telling you wrong.
Leap. Learn and listen . For that certainly will help you find the truth of who you are, friend.
A sketchbook of faded lines.
Friendships fade but they do spark again. Yet I am silly to believe that any time is possible. Only that between long distances. That is only how it works. I get that now.
Yet I did my job. I said what I needed to say. Now I can move on.
Plainly I expressed too much and I allowed all things about me opened. And today, is today. When tomorrow arrives it is new. The mind erases parts for the need of space. The empty parts of the day, eliminated.
Cold hard truth does scare a man away. Can probably knock down a few upstanding ones too. Even to the point of misdirection and retaliation. Believe me. I have seen that blow men away. Even some welcomed death.
So pardon my faded lines. Pardon the truth I speak. Pardon if it knocks you on your rear. Its meant to do that.
My way of asking the views of friends, which one is your favorite?
Sure shallow it is to ask but I am sure only the real hand can tell the amount.
Bold I am to be assertive but keen I am to observe the responses. Grateful for the undiluted speech that flows from your lips. Much I have seen are tried and trues.
Sadly I still am patient. Because one job was finished but another is around the corner. Yet it isn't a job but a request. A pointed part of compassion, that I do still have, after all.
Silly that I could still carry some loving pieces. Not completely icy. Indeed rage and fire is within me. And I am careful who gets to see that. Thank you for the teachings of that. Hence why though do I still ask for friendship? Because I became a better person with and without you. So I ask for it to grow more.
Still I am cautious. I wouldn't want damage or breakage. So here I am awaiting for another day. Soaking and enjoying my moments of this new me.
You enjoy who you become. Be happy of being free to be the real you. Search and be glad to be able to look around. No one telling you wrong.
Leap. Learn and listen . For that certainly will help you find the truth of who you are, friend.
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