Why are so many of the words,
the ones we've collected,
on feeling,
on loving,
on forgetting?
Maybe it's because we don't realize
or don't want to admit
the realities that are
stowed away in our hearts.
Nope.
Not until we pause,
And we peel off the exterior
[Of our bodies
Our expressions
Our words
The things]
that cover our souls,
and then
we shed light
to reveal what's really there --
beneath
our skin and bones
and tears and smiles
and all the empty words
and laughs.
Until we pry off
the way other see us
the masks we wear,
however thick,
however opaque,
and then
pause.
To see what's underneath all of it --
the things we've collected,
all of the
the feeling,
the loving,
the forgetting.
finding out
it's all so real.
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»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...
