i think you live in fear of living the life you want and dream. i think you are afraid of loving me more than i love you. i think you are afraid you can't live up to whatever expectations you imagine i might have for you. i think you want to walk away before i might have the chance to hurt you. i think you can't understand that i accept you just the way you are, that i love you for who you are and want to be.
you go out into the world and surround yourself with superficial relationships and then you call me to talk about how they don't understand you or relate to the things you care about. i wonder why you do this. why you chose this path. i accept it but i don't understand it.
a mix of fact, complete fiction, poetry, hearsay, things that are yet to be said, truth destined for lonely myth and the subjective observations of a lover of all things absurd.
what is going on here?
life is crazy. so am i. this is my version of things as I see them. it is not a 'true' account - you will find no objective presentation of actual events. it is a little bit of true life and a little bit of imagined and some 'wish i would have' tossed in and all mixed up together.
who is this?
- sarabelum
- Bloomington, IN, United States
- A stranger told me the other night "You are really special, seriously, come on, you really are. . ." Am I?
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