You fall in love too easily, don't you?
Not even in the context of romance.
I mean,
Just with those you meet from day to day--
Their smiles, the way they talk, walk,
carry themselves. And their stories;
their beautiful, intricate stories
shared, shouted or unspoken and piercingly silent.
And then there's each place you travel to
discover
each place set apart -- whether bright, new and exhilarating
or dull, dark and utterly plain;
Something took place there,
and it's now marked
[permanently geotagged onto a certain scene in your story]
another destination
location
marked
in your journey of seventeen years
and then there's
every little new thing that you try; you see, hear, touch,
and feel
with all that's inside of you.
And maybe that's what it is; maybe it's just that you feel too much.
Feel. With every cell in your body, in your being.
You feel.
YOU ARE READING
»scatter-minded«
Poetrywe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
