I don't know when I started to realize the hurt
The real reason why this feels like fingers pressed against glass
So fragile this barrier dividing us
with the answers so clear
as if connection never existed
we live as strangers within ourselves
and with each other
Until there comes a day
where you finally realize
the glass is a mirror
you thought you were seeing through
you were actually seeing reflected back
That's the day you wake up
see what you must
then take the steps to go where you should
I hate who I am
And I never want to get to the point
where I leave you
because I leave me.
I've only lived so many years
Only lived in so many places
Have only met so many people
And have only experienced so many things
But I've lived more than one life through every connection
Lived in all of the places they have been
Felt every feeling one feels with their loved ones
And have seen time as they have seen
And though it may seem impossible
through their eyes I see me
in their reflection
see yourself in this as you see it. and then ask why.
I feel the wind
a little too well
The saying, you can feel it on the wind, takes on a deeper meaning when you know.
And so I rest
as if every dream that has been
never was to begin with
sometimes silence is that friend you haven't seen in a long time, who you need to work past that awkward, "who are we together," stage again.
there is a comfort in silence that one must be willing to settle into. but first one must be comfortable with the fact that silence is not always silent.