after years of pondering in musty libraries and public bathrooms and on my bedroom floor i think i finally understand why the face staring back at me in the mirror is so unfamiliar
i am not my dark eyes, i am not my crooked nose, i am not my thin lips, i am not my rosy cheeks
no, i am the hairstyle that my mother taught me how to do before middle school started so that i could take care of myself i am the love poems that run through my head all day because language is so wonderful and you are so wonderful and sometimes i can't help but experience certain compositions as many times as possible i am the friendship bracelet that i wear on my wrist that matches with my best friend who would never wear a bracelet in a million years but did it for me i am the whirlpool of love that exists behind my eyes that shy glances and awkward eye contact put there
i see myself in my fingers mindlessly tapping out rhythms from my favorite songs, not in my tears, but i see myself in everything i mourn for
i see myself in the money i saved from my grandmother's funeral three years ago because i am too attached to part from it, not in my smile, but i see myself in my inability to keep a straight face when someone laughs at my jokes
the years of pondering in musty libraries and public bathrooms and on my bedroom floor was worth it because i see myself in those too, more doodles in the margins of the storybook of my life
in the end, i became who i am because of you
humans are but mosaics of the people around them ;;; we are such little seeds if not watered by loved ones
Standing before A bonfire I see faces In the fire Looking at The clouds I see faces In the clouds Staring at A historic wall I see faces In the wall Focusing on A ***** floor I see faces In the floor Watching Mountain rocks I see faces In the rocks Perceiving Depth of A painting I see faces In the painting Gazing the sky At night I see a face In the Moon All these Pareidolia faces Not known Harm anybody Turning around I see faces Different from Pareidolia faces Some unreally Real faces Under heavy duty Maintenance Sorry, makeup Every fortnight Ready for A break up Some real Beautiful faces Some real Ugly faces Not Judged By the eyes But by the Heart's cry
Pareidolia is a normal phenomenon in human psychology.
Even the alacrity in the spots. Stars the undoing of nervous endeavors. And pines made of thought thrown asunder. The globes. Softly speaking. And smile fragile. Then gone. The spiral orb. She waits. In arms. Tended to in black. Asked in gloom. Pillaging mind wasting. And rest. In a frantic sooth.
suddenly, up out from his hole, the lizard crawled crawled and wriggled over the dirt searching for it's prey the prey that would sustain him for the rest of his life he didn't know that it would be his final meal he didn't know that behind that cactus stood a roadrunner a roadrunner, who delights in savory lizard treats right from the desert floor he had no chance... the cycle of life circles on as the roadrunner scurries away with the lizard dangling from its beak