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All the Events that I’ve gathered, here
in my basket, are the sweet fruit I give to you,
my friends.
You like its taste the best.
But can you please find me something
so that I can snack too?
Because I’ve given away
all of my food worth eating.
Now I am just an empty plate with
a fork and spoon.
Stone-hearts stay cold even when blood runs like lava.
That push and pull carves roads in your skin like the glaciers from ancient tides,
A highway of frozen earth trapped by walls that can’t reach to the heavens.
If I fill the canyon with the heavy hearts of broken souls,
the children can have a lake to fish in when they grow old.
The catch?
Just the shadowy figures of the past anchored to the earth.
So pull, pull, pull and reel as hard as you can.
Can we get out of here please? I haven’t seen the rest of the world yet.
I wanted to place my heart on the hearth.
I wanted to show someone all that I can be.
Why was I so scared back then? I wanted to speak to you.
I dreamt of days when I walked up to you and saved you from a bully,
of days when I impressed you, and you let me hold you.
But for some reason I couldn’t talk around the dam in my throat.

So I started over. New places and new people.
I wanted to be a somebody to someone, to pull out
all the stops and make you feel like you’re worth it.
So I invested. God ******, I gave it my all.
But, like the tomatoes in a garden unpicked,
when the sun went away, I withered. And every year
I’d regrow my fruit and shine so someone new can pick me.
But every year, my tomatoes would wither.

I’m done with this garden and I’m done with this fruit.
I don’t want to be someone special to anyone nor you.
I want to be me, with no frills or flash.
I still want to have you,
but with no strings attached.
I want to disappoint you, **** you off, and make you laugh.

Why? Because I’m nothing special.
I don’t want to be special,
I just want to be me.
Some ordinary man, who’s extra ran out
on those who wasted it.

This is all I got now, but I’m
happy with it.
I know
Words are art
So I will say what I feel,
I will speak my mind for now and
Always.

— The End —