Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

patterns (in between 2009 and 2010)

I wondered what simplicity meant. Someone once told me he wanted someone simple. I’m not. And I love myself for that. I can get exhausting, this passion, and this overthinking self. But I am growing up and I like what I’m seeing in the mirror.

 

I’m cured of you.                                                                        

Or am I just too quick to wipe away the slate clean?

 

We build these psychic walls to protect us, 

to cautiously live and keep people at a safe distance.

Arm’s length, everybody’s fine and peachy, safe distance.

We drive people away.

 

There is no alternative, really.                                                  

Will you be brave enough to be vulnerable?

 

 

In the end, that hurt will force you to build the

same walls you broke down in the first place.       

The same walls will save you.

 

Simplicity and complication.                                                    

We keep to ourselves in fear but everything about us scream of need.