No one cares,
about
anything else
anyone else,
Cares about.
With the same passion
Or spark
That ignites us all.
The feeling you get when all is well,
The thoughts you think,
Or reactions you have
Are all so personal.
We can however,
Relate to each other.
Together.
In a superficial sense
This seems to be okay,
It is what it is.
Understanding this
is
Confusing.
Makes sense.
I know your happy.
You know I'm mad.
I believe it.
Just like you believe me!
I like your jacket!
To you
That could mean,
A whole bunch of things.
As soon as one thought leaves,
Another begins.
And again.
And again.
It is what it is.
I don't have a problem with that per say,
I like things the way they are.
And they'll probably never change
That's okay.
Just keep saying,
Whatever it is
that you need to say.
And I'll keep listening,
Trying to relate.