The mind is deep
The wolves can be crazy and the nights that they howl into can be desolate . And times come along when life creates temperaments that can just destroy any emotion or tangent lingering.
See that is an issue with me. As though so many want to know what I am thinking or what is my emotion and all I can do is hope that their reasoning is not just some simple conversation starter.
Truly, so much of me really wants someone to dig inside and see a beauty. Yet I am scared for them to see the darkest parts. For that was really something people cringe from.
So I get the determination of trying to figure out all parts of me, yet why not just be curious of a section, then grow? Even yet, why not be happy with NOT completely understanding me?
Complexity of who I am can turn any man or woman crazy. And then when I shut down, I get shouted at, noted that ya'll never knew me. No I would say you didn't. You never asked deep enough questions and by far were, frankly, too scared to hear the answer.
But somewhere there is an answer. Even the wolves in the darkness find light. Legitimately they hold onto hope. So as I scream inside my mind of all the things that swirl inside of me. Memories. Dreams. Goals. Words.
So much is a needed sigh. A voice of calm to clear the words and dreams within me. The coldness that soaks and then just relaxation.
A simple action really. Calmness. A collected selection of techniques. Prayer. Meditation. Research.
Then a smirk.
Indeed the mind is deep.
See that is an issue with me. As though so many want to know what I am thinking or what is my emotion and all I can do is hope that their reasoning is not just some simple conversation starter.
Truly, so much of me really wants someone to dig inside and see a beauty. Yet I am scared for them to see the darkest parts. For that was really something people cringe from.
So I get the determination of trying to figure out all parts of me, yet why not just be curious of a section, then grow? Even yet, why not be happy with NOT completely understanding me?
Complexity of who I am can turn any man or woman crazy. And then when I shut down, I get shouted at, noted that ya'll never knew me. No I would say you didn't. You never asked deep enough questions and by far were, frankly, too scared to hear the answer.
But somewhere there is an answer. Even the wolves in the darkness find light. Legitimately they hold onto hope. So as I scream inside my mind of all the things that swirl inside of me. Memories. Dreams. Goals. Words.
So much is a needed sigh. A voice of calm to clear the words and dreams within me. The coldness that soaks and then just relaxation.
A simple action really. Calmness. A collected selection of techniques. Prayer. Meditation. Research.
Then a smirk.
Indeed the mind is deep.
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