my head is spinning
or i guess it's just my brain doing this thing to my eyes so i can't focus
it's actually making me dizzy
but that's not the point
and in the words of tom, let's get to the point.
i'm sitting here and the breaths come in short spurts
paralyzed waist down
because i just can't understand it.
just imagining how much hurt we can feel over one thing. one person. one event.
we have a huge capacity to hurt, and an even bigger capacity to feel pain. but there is a threshold. at some point, it gets to be too much and we do something to change this; we try to take control of the pain. right? the blade can't go any deeper so we pull it out or we just live with it there, accepting its point, its blade in our kidneys. going about our daily routine as if we haven't lost this much blood...
eating lunch and someone says, "oh what's that?" "oh nothing just this knife i've been carrying around."
one minute we're eating some peanut butter on toast and walking by the neighbor's house to pick some flowers and the next minute we're ON THE GROUND IN THE FETAL POSITION because something is missing and it turns out someone walked away with it without leaving a note.
no message, no symbol.
NOT EVEN A WARNING!
how dare you!
or maybe 23 something warnings that we chose to ignore or just couldn't see quite clearly (did you send them to the right number? my email has changed...)
but you know what the sickest part is?
you know what's really fucked up?
we do this to each other. humans.
i know you have a heart and you are aware of these easy beats and yet
i just wonder is all.
i just want to know how often we balance ourselves out by nourishing our capacity to love.
it's huge. or at least i think so.
even if you didn't mean to hurt someone...because it is unavoidable sometimes because what would this life be with only love and no struggle...
even if you didn't mean to.
do you make up for it?
do we need to?
i don't know.
don't we owe it to ourselves? to humanity?
i think we do.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
there's no need to study the technicality of words
for they simply are.
yet here i am.
to be at a loss for words is falling without hope of a hand.
words pack a powerful punch,
they separate us from the wolves.
we say are all
well and good.
some taste bitter coming out.
my favorite things.
but what if
the only thing
is what we
do with them?
the three most famous words
a meeting of lips
the only thing
that really matters
one channel, two waves.
all the words
be just a
or is it just
that the words
i think words are just beautiful as they are.
i breathe better when they're born of me.
"somehow, i thought we would save each other."