I feel compelled to speak my mind—
hectic to nothing else but the air trapped in my heart.
Butterflies in the stomach, yet nothing near the heart.
Lost in thought, trying to find what’s right, this ”divine reverence.”
We have in one another—these leaps of faith similar to stockings.
Chances of increase and decrease are fixed and 100% of the time it is crashing.
Economy makes the shots, always putting synchronization first.
Individual lives are startled and judged by their apparent fans.
What would I know? Kept my mouth shut, people worked differently.
That makes us more of individualists then we claim to be.
As I take a picture of you, I sacrifice a fraction of my life—recollecting your actions and words in one picture everytime I take a look.
At the end of the day we are individualists, so to write about you is a whole different story.
Only by the components of our life could we waste time on one another.
If you could make me second in command, I would make you first.
To be with a Guppy as close as me…
Tendencies of a fish—yes.
Friendly as a Guppy—yes.
A Fish Tied To A Hook—yes.
I wrote this before any of the poems I posted on this website and I polished the end.
I was expressing a deep thought, wondering why humans are so stuck on individualism and how they are only a few people that question this, referring myself to a fish.
Specifically a Guppy since they are both sympathetic and Empathetic. Overall I was attacking the fact of not being able to spend more time with one another. I just edited the premise.
