The implementation of vowels
The flirtation between us and them
...between me and you...

Sometimes I don't write
Sometimes I bleed
And sometimes I don't write to everybody
I certainly do not bleed for everybody
Well here is a ******* secret
Sometimes I bleed just for you

But you wouldn't know that
Have anyone told you that you are an idiot?
So that makes me an idiot.
Right?

Like you know how after reading
A really inspiring quote or phrase
Written by a wise white dead man
(because they all seem to be)  
You feel excited and intrigued and special
and feel like you actually can do something...

Sometimes, I wish you were that old inspiring quote
And make me believe
And make me feel like I can actually
feel special for once

Did you know
There is a division of happiness:
that one's happiness may be raw
and inflamed within the moment,
a streaking comet
which will grasp
the ******* world
in such raw vigor,
such wild, unpredictable beauty

And there's the other:
Happiness derived of meaning.
Thoughtful,
Level headed,
Guided by purpose,
Standards,
To thrive upon thresholds
to be content within oneself
to serve the greater good...

The thing is
The difference between
Happiness,
and, well,
Happiness...

Is that one is selfish.
And one is selfless.
It's not rocket science:

To ******* take.
To give away.

Sometimes,
I write to everybody
Occasionally, I write to nobody.  

But one thing I do is bleed
I think maybe it's time
to see the trail I have left behind.

And guess what?
It won't be difficult to see it,
I promise.