Brighten up your day with my smile, a hug of greeting may travel through your organs and reach the emotions swimming in each flow of blood and pulse. Never before has my liver and lungs and heart and kidney and bones and veins been so close to yours. A magnet of understanding, of the words you could not see through my face.
Is it true?
Is it worth it?
What is it for?
All that surrounds us, assumptions, suspicions. Pressures to convey, portray, display.
I fulfill my worth with attempts and acts of noble redemption, original thoughts. But utterly replaceable, each one, to all.
A need for strangers, to start again. To make impressions anew. Craving gratification, physical and not. To see that look that sees me in a light that has not faded yet.
They do not know, they are still new.
Count on me to interest you and help you redeem all that is inside. Peak your best attributes and justify the less than perfect world you speak of, live and endure. Compliment your loneliness with mine.
Defy your expectations of me, fresh faced with a crooked smile. Let you think that for parts, I may be a voice of complete reason and logic, yet unable to compile my own notions into sense, worth or relevance.
A reason, an excuse, a justification. Just for being.
In it’s absence, who are we but mumbling, bumbling beings, searching, hovering, gasping, clasping, grasping?
Who said it would have to be with the most heroic breath you take? All wrapped up in a flurry of your own thoughts and preoccupations, who said you need to bow to a person not yours?
Why do you need to feel so urgently needed?
A presence I once was, so unique to one, two, too many.
Now so mediocre it seems that fire is now embers,
and bellows now murmur.
This is it. Sure, this is it.