Once, I said
I was used to this feeling
Grown numb to sudden drops and silences
I guess in a way, that was true.
Another day's passed, chock full
Of slanted faces and empty distractions
But that's okay, since I'm finally here
I pay the driver, and I start to walk
Trot through the dirt and tall grass
Past the dogs and the rabbits
I can finally see it
What was missing for so long
Real peace.
As I sit at that cliff
I fix my eyes upon the clouds, the water
And even more so on the horizon
Oh man, the horizon
That purple, orange-tinted horizon
Flushing through the sky, and into my eyes
Flashing all the good times in my mind
So many experiences and connections
Experiences that made me whole
Connections I wouldn't trade the world for
Times I could look back on, bright eyed
Cringing a tad, but adding to the charm
I can't help but smile.
Then I look up at the clouds again
Dark, pillowy little guys
Covering the sky, like a big blanket
Dispersing into smaller ones
But I look into those blankets
And see faces
Faces of friends, but not just that
Faces of those I've hurt
Faces of those that hurt me
Faces of those I never saw again
Memories of the bad flooding in
Regrets and pain pushing in
I can't help but tear up.
I quickly gaze toward the ocean
Waves pushing the azure water
It's hard to see, but something's in there
A reflection, one of me
Me, as a kid
A memory it seems
Memories of being alone
But they eventually end, because of a friend
Similar memories of middle and high
Alone, but soon ends the same
I smile, but that makes me think
Why do I feel alone again?
Friends are present, have been for a while
And yet, I feel empty
A missing puzzle piece in the present
That for the life of me, i can't find
Is there something wrong with me?
I reel back from the water
And focus on the scenery
I start to think hard
And it hits me!
The individual parts
The clouds, the ocean, and the horizon
Pretty on their own, but
Together create a full, beautiful picture
Just like people.
People are their individual parts
Their experiences, their memories, their love,
Their pain, their fears, their insecurities
All of it and more create the beauty of human form
All the pain and emptiness I feel
Is the human experience, one we all face
Trials and tribulations, but also love and joy
One day i'll feel that love and joy again
Just like in my memories.
It's getting dark, time to go
I really don't want to, but I must
But i'll come back soon, to feel this all again
Both the beautiful scenery
And the human experience.
