am i saying how i really feel?
or what I'm suppose to be feeling?

a life of hidden corners
easily accessed when life gets hard
adding corners doesn't solve the problems
just makes it easier to escape into them

its seems like you have something more to say
and i am here to listen
i'm interested in you
like i always have been
but the walls you've built
have few missing bricks for looking in
it felt nice the last time
calm and patient
we listened, responded
never preachy or judgmental
a rare freshness
a cloudless sky
the cleanest air
that was nice

how do people have the patience to live their lives?
its hard to believe what i see on TV
as real
the world outside, a fake
where do they find the energy and time
to step out of their homes
and smell the roses

don't do anything
do less
yield
stop
listen
try to understand
who's tears are we crying?
who do we see in front of us?
the shell hardens
a panic to conflict
critical energy flow
the narration of a life together
read from different manifestos

I was born
I will die
in-between
infinite universal possibilities

i wonder about speaking circles in intellectual community's
it must be so different
the sound, the tone, and actively listening
on full display
the cadence of the super bowl parking lot face painted fan
unbecoming
or is it all the same noises we make
hidden behind giant brains