The most selfish desire I have
is to be seen and percieved by you
exactly as I am.
I couldn't tell you why, but I like your eyes the best out of anyones.
It feels real to be seen by you.
It does not feel like an act, as it does with most.
I am not invisible to you.
When I speak you seem to hear me.
I seem to have a voice, I seem to have feelings.
I exist.
This undoubtedly is a selfish desire.
I got so desperate in my rush to exist, to really exist to someone other than myself that I forgot to return it unto you.
I forgot to let you exist as you are.
I forgot that you, too, deserve to be seen.
You are not a machine built only to percieve.
You breathe, in and out, feel hurt, feel love, feel despair, grief, loss, unrelenting boredom, as we all do.
It is a selfish desire of mine to be percieved. It most certainly is.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
The most selfish desire I have
is to be seen and percieved by you
exactly as I am.
I couldn't tell you why, but I like your eyes the best out of anyones.
It feels real to be seen by you.
It does not feel like an act, as it does with most.
I am not invisible to you.
When I speak you seem to hear me.
I seem to have a voice, I seem to have feelings.
I exist.
This undoubtedly is a selfish desire.
I got so desperate in my rush to exist, to really exist to someone other than myself that I forgot to return it unto you.
I forgot to let you exist as you are.
I forgot that you, too, deserve to be seen.
You are not a machine built only to percieve.
You breathe, in and out, feel hurt, feel love, feel despair, grief, loss, unrelenting boredom, as we all do.
It is a selfish desire of mine to be percieved. It most certainly is.
