The people are strange,
the culture is odd,
the people are diverse,
the culture is a facade.
Life isn't a museum,
a display for the holy,
life is an infirmary,
for the beaten down,
the lonely.
I find that I love them anyway,
their humor is wholesome,
their personas loving,
this is a necessary evil.
Who you are is a series of gestures,
successful or otherwise,
who you are is a collection of mementos,
who you are is loved,
the only thing worth being.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
The people are strange,
the culture is odd,
the people are diverse,
the culture is a facade.
Life isn't a museum,
a display for the holy,
life is an infirmary,
for the beaten down,
the lonely.
I find that I love them anyway,
their humor is wholesome,
their personas loving,
this is a necessary evil.
Who you are is a series of gestures,
successful or otherwise,
who you are is a collection of mementos,
who you are is loved,
the only thing worth being.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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