I've always been the kind of person no one understood. They would try, and so would I but it was hopeless. For maybe, even though at some point I would have thought so, the stuff I said was nothing but a blur. Only bits and pieces of sounds that put together made up the universal being of
I
I lived with it, grew up around it, and although it changed and evolved constantly, being implanted with new ideas and theories that life brought in, I kept it in my heart. Because it was who I was and it is who I still
am
Everything is day to day even though I have nothing to fear, nothing to lose. It's second nature to live life short-term. Perhaps my old soul kept it within its bones. No matter the simplicity of my explanation or how much sense it makes to me or anyone alone, society still thinks I'm
Fucking Crazy
Where I'm from, things are calm. And like the territory's way of being, things need to travel a long way to get so close. Sometimes they get lost, forgotten or abandoned along the way but I still hold on. I still like to believe I'll be figured out someday, and saved from myself. Until then I seek safety in smaller things and they tell me I should let go. They think I only believe myself to be crazy.
But I am
It's matter-less really, because I'm beyond that now. I've stopped waiting. I've made peace with my inner battle and I've made peace with the world outside, which I later found out was a lot messier and conflicted than I was myself. So now I am both sad and happy and that's okay, because I am
Free
