Opened inquiry
Some times we suppress so many things that a light choke hold can begin. A slow way to gradually fade away. Is that really what we want? To fade so much that all is seen is this tiny sliver of a line. One that used to be a bold vibrant, winding vine. Now just this threadbare tendril.
A soft sigh is found when I finally see that I am not the only one that seeks out how friends are doing. Even when we have forgone the speech and the laughter. Even tied knots in the words. I am glad that looking over things in life no longer bring sadness. Even in the desperate of times, I note the differences given.
Always looking out for those who once stood with me. Even if it is from distances of a thousand miles or decades long. I still find myself glancing from here and there. Recognizing not to linger long and to be very happy with how people have transformed. And as I walk along this pathway, I see the big picture of where I stand. Down to the pebbled details I am well aware of what has disappeared and what can resurface in a matter of seconds.
Surely I am protected by the invisible walls that I have built. Not to say memories remain behind but the lessons are what spring forward. That is what holds me at bay. Not to say I am mad or scared. It is more the curiosity that edges me closer. Not to see if going back makes any sense but to see whether the marching forward does open more doors than any where given in past.
Truly I am a bit hesitant to ask or inquire but can you blame me for that resistance? For I would not towards you. Nor would I be too astonished if the reach was pursued. And as I type this I understand that I may be pushing some way too much. Yet I have that hope that my instincts are true. As most times I gain truth in them.
So here I leave this. Opened.
Figure how you go in life. Words don't harm. Names don't drown. Lives are explored. Time is given.
What do you want? Think. Breathe. Hope. Smile.
A soft sigh is found when I finally see that I am not the only one that seeks out how friends are doing. Even when we have forgone the speech and the laughter. Even tied knots in the words. I am glad that looking over things in life no longer bring sadness. Even in the desperate of times, I note the differences given.
Always looking out for those who once stood with me. Even if it is from distances of a thousand miles or decades long. I still find myself glancing from here and there. Recognizing not to linger long and to be very happy with how people have transformed. And as I walk along this pathway, I see the big picture of where I stand. Down to the pebbled details I am well aware of what has disappeared and what can resurface in a matter of seconds.
Surely I am protected by the invisible walls that I have built. Not to say memories remain behind but the lessons are what spring forward. That is what holds me at bay. Not to say I am mad or scared. It is more the curiosity that edges me closer. Not to see if going back makes any sense but to see whether the marching forward does open more doors than any where given in past.
Truly I am a bit hesitant to ask or inquire but can you blame me for that resistance? For I would not towards you. Nor would I be too astonished if the reach was pursued. And as I type this I understand that I may be pushing some way too much. Yet I have that hope that my instincts are true. As most times I gain truth in them.
So here I leave this. Opened.
Figure how you go in life. Words don't harm. Names don't drown. Lives are explored. Time is given.
What do you want? Think. Breathe. Hope. Smile.
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