He wants out and I am trying to keep him in.
I just want to protect you.
I don’t think he gets that part quite yet.
It’s lonely and dark. No one to talk to and no one to share anything with because the moment you open your mouth you are judged,
Judged for being you.
Judged for highlighting the truth of your observations.
Judged for accepting fate and spewing out the notions of creativity that were given to you.
Judged in such a way that you find yourself in unrecognized terror from merely commenting.
Judged because they do not understand you.
Judged because their commonplaced mind cannot fathom the enlightenment underscoring your capabilities.
Judged because they don’t even try.
Your judgment is not new. You grew up in it.
You knew you were always different.
You accepted this from the beginning and embarked on journeys that can only be foretold.
You love the life you have and all you want to do is…
Share it.
You want to share it and open your heart to someone who sees you.
You want to open yourself to someone you get you
You want to share and give all you have not because it’s natural to do so, but because you yearn to do so.
But who is truly worthy?
Who is worthy of your truth and honesty?
Who is worthy of your peace and love?
Who is worthy of your heart?
It took time to put the pieces back together and these pieces whether frail or smudged, broken even
are your pieces.
These pieces whether tattered or worn are those pieces you have to give.
The person who will come will not see what you see,
They will see more.
Life may have worn you out, beaten you down, and made you feel lifeless and ready to give in,
But there is someone coming, waiting even just for you to open the door.
There is someone waiting for you to understand that they understand what you understand.
There is someone here waiting for you to see that they are here for you.
They were made for you as much as you were made for them.
There is someone here waiting for you to see that yes life is fucked, but you can fuck it up together.
Take your time for you need to be sure.
The serene passing of the wind of certainty will blow perpetually until you open the door
And let it in.
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