that I have no backbone,
that I’m scared of the things I can’t control.
I started welcoming the unknown
slowly,
very slowly.
Even if I’m not convinced yet,
I’m holding my doors open,
eyes clear,
heart curious
and
mind in between of them all.
The kindness in me
and the kindness in you
would make world peace come true
or at least
our world
we have come a long way.
My hands are shaking
and some things are changing,
I keep on going
and trying not to look back,
cleaning out the clutter,
cleansing myself
As I walk by you
know I wish you well
but you are transient,
and I only stay in the present
and look for the future
My hands are shaking
it’s not that serious (I hope),
I’m just
letting life take the lead.
Tell me fine things
you would do
if you could
I would rest on your shoulder
and you would run your fingers through my hair
I would listen to your thoughts
and you would give me enough air
You would, if you could,
speak my language every day –
but we have stuff to do
so fine things will have to wait, anyways.
You can't offer me the peace
and I can't offer you the recklessness you need.
We just hug when we pass by
and curse the modern day
for keeping us apart.
We can’t offer us each other
let’s be real
and we actually don’t want to...
let’s be real.
You thought about running into me
and I thought about
running into you
but we almost never seem to be
in the same place
at the same time
Maybe if we think harder
it will happen
very soon
He brought me back.
To myself. And to them.
Some people just
let you laugh and think out loud,
accept you for being the way you are.
Thanks to them
the darkness has faded, slowly and steadily.
Thank to him
I am back.
Even if he doesn’t know it.