ISO - "This is Just to Say"

ISO - "Something You Should Know"

Is that I love roses more than any other flower. I love the way they smell and look, The colors they come in, The way they bloom in the sunlight, The browning edges of the petals I have pressed. I love the meaning they carry, A complex emotion hidden in the layered petals. An emotion I long to obtain. So forgive me if I cry, It’s just that the roses mean so much to me, And I fear I will spend my whole life searching, For a rose without thorns.

Just a Person Doing People Things.

Just a person doing people things. That's all any of us really are. We're all like animals in a safari with the internet as our observation deck. Whether I'm the animal or the observation deck is for you to decide. We all view the world in different ways, and I respect that. At least I can make my observation deck pretty. I feel that we have certain experiences, lenses if you will, that we look at the world through, some of them rarer than others and others more common than we think. We can never be exactly sure what others see through their lenses, as no two people have the exact same set, but I want to know. I want to know how other people feel, how they think. I want to gain that perspective. And I want to give others my perspective too. Lend them my lenses, whoever "them" ends up being. We're all unique in our own way. That's human. Yet sometimes that uniqueness is what can make us feel like rejects or outcasts. By understanding each o...

I Live on the Edge

I live on the edge of my mind and real world. I live in my head. I think over every detail. Analyze every possible outcome to every hypothetical situation. I use hesitance as a tool and a preventative. Looking for every cliff to fall off and every ladder to climb. No pitfall can’t be seen too soon. No possibility can’t be considered. It is a careful, delicate process. I live in the real world. There is no stopping. Time chases me towards every cliff and ladders pass me by as I sprint to stay ahead of it. Hesitance is a deadweight dragging at me. I trip over roots I could not have seen coming and dust kicked by my feet blind me. It is rushed and it is harsh; a painful process. I live with my thoughts. I keep secrets for tiered hearts, yet am too afraid to give my own. Wary of snakes in a perfectly maintained garden. Smart people don’t get bit twice. I keep myself contained. Things I think that others don’t know I can feel swirl like the colors in a bubble, almost impossible ...

Bees in my Tea

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