Daresay I
Ashes and heartache go hand and hand. The night swells and the urge to hide beneath large amounts of darkness and warmth. The cradling of my soul within fleece arms is welcoming.
This moment to fade is monumental. Yet all I do is allow myself to stumble throughout the house. The clothes are yet to dry and the thoughts are crashing side by side.
Oh how a small gesture of understanding is asked for and yet I know I ask too much. The lesson taught and applied is that I don't need to open to everyone.
Sometimes hiding who I am from some, is protection. Even though shouts of being callous and cold ring inside my ears. Dare I declare that it's wrong to assume?
Yet I just allow those who think they know, make their assumptions of me. It's best not to battle against those who know nothing now nor later. It's kindness to keep them simple.
No need to include them in the complexity of my levels. No need to try to wedge them inside my life, because they have squirmed so hard to leave.
Now I just slip them out.
No wonder I am in streaks of maddening thoughts. Try keeping yourself contained while the conscious says things to the mind. You try to maintain some sort of decorum.
I doubt even the sly of sly can contain themselves. Yet many do.
So in my defense of the shallow words coming from people don't have a clue to my life, my mind or my memories I shut you down. Walking away from a disaster waiting to happen. Just knock, you may get the debate of your life.
If you dare to try, please I would enjoy some heat in a conversation. Though I might wager that I may scare you a bit.
Cold or simple you may think I am but believe when I say I am passionate about many things. Dare you ask.
So I wait to see if the tickling wind presses into people's minds. Ah one can hope for a small, intimate companionship. Alas though, tell me, are you ready for the multitude of my world?
I dare you.
This moment to fade is monumental. Yet all I do is allow myself to stumble throughout the house. The clothes are yet to dry and the thoughts are crashing side by side.
Oh how a small gesture of understanding is asked for and yet I know I ask too much. The lesson taught and applied is that I don't need to open to everyone.
Sometimes hiding who I am from some, is protection. Even though shouts of being callous and cold ring inside my ears. Dare I declare that it's wrong to assume?
Yet I just allow those who think they know, make their assumptions of me. It's best not to battle against those who know nothing now nor later. It's kindness to keep them simple.
No need to include them in the complexity of my levels. No need to try to wedge them inside my life, because they have squirmed so hard to leave.
Now I just slip them out.
No wonder I am in streaks of maddening thoughts. Try keeping yourself contained while the conscious says things to the mind. You try to maintain some sort of decorum.
I doubt even the sly of sly can contain themselves. Yet many do.
So in my defense of the shallow words coming from people don't have a clue to my life, my mind or my memories I shut you down. Walking away from a disaster waiting to happen. Just knock, you may get the debate of your life.
If you dare to try, please I would enjoy some heat in a conversation. Though I might wager that I may scare you a bit.
Cold or simple you may think I am but believe when I say I am passionate about many things. Dare you ask.
So I wait to see if the tickling wind presses into people's minds. Ah one can hope for a small, intimate companionship. Alas though, tell me, are you ready for the multitude of my world?
I dare you.
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