I have a hard time
linking words to emotions
and emotions to actions
and all this to meaning.
I'll slowly build up
my library of feeling.
But I wonder exactly
what I was missing.
When I scrutinized us,
I did so without seeing.
I thought I knew all.
I saw my own meaning.
Life doesn't have meaning;
what it does have is people.
Now I say what I mean,
and I listen to feeling.
I've struggled with friends,
with parents, and with brothers.
I knew motivations
without knowing them.
Now I start to see people.
We're closer together.
Done connecting the dots,
we connect to each other.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
I have a hard time
linking words to emotions
and emotions to actions
and all this to meaning.
I'll slowly build up
my library of feeling.
But I wonder exactly
what I was missing.
When I scrutinized us,
I did so without seeing.
I thought I knew all.
I saw my own meaning.
Life doesn't have meaning;
what it does have is people.
Now I say what I mean,
and I listen to feeling.
I've struggled with friends,
with parents, and with brothers.
I knew motivations
without knowing them.
Now I start to see people.
We're closer together.
Done connecting the dots,
we connect to each other.
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