In a fallen state.**
Looking at friends and family—
Seeking guidance in their daily lives.
They struggle with losses they are too ashamed to
share all because of their psyche.
If I interact I am nosy.
If I complain I am stubborn.
I can't mind my own business because of our connections.
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I investigate relentlessly and ask nothing but questions.
In my own world…
I spend my time in a delirious state—
Some would describe it as a ticking time bomb.
Like trends that never end.
Better yet addictions.
Some days are like picnics with an abundance of food—
The rest of the week is comparable to dew coming as a signal to the crack of a thunderstorm, soaking everything in water.
I stretch my youth out in limbo.
A perfect pause for—
“The Scream.”
I writhe in my downfalls with droplets of rain devising my tears like water going through pipes.
I can say…
Many of you suffer the same way and are confused in your youth.
With feelings for one another.
Our sympathy does not support the struggles of being different.
As it is now…there is a distance between you and me.
And there is nothing more to do than wait for your brush to be revitalized.
Your strokes would radiate the board with colors, colors so vibrant they make a pedestrian walk back the second time.
Knowingly, I cannot watch over you….
So I will look you directly in the eyes as I will tell you this.
I am writing this after feeling like my efforts in certain categories are hard to overcome and realizing that it is the same for a majority of people around me.