the deluded ones [#2]

made

july 14th, 2017

the happiness is beginning to fade back into the fog, the mysterious place it came from to begin with. the weather, it begins to fluster in clouds, in shatters of rain.

but i still try to smile with whatever happiness is left in me in hopes that you're happy too, in hopes that whoever you're speaking to is making you smile and laugh countless of times.

and i tell myself, "moving on is hard, but you did once. i know you can do it again, even if it takes you a year or more to really forget it all."

and i find myself wishing that someone, anyone, would hold me in these last few moments of peaceful bliss and comfort me.

but there is no one.

and that is alright. it is alright because, as long as i can still smile, it will be alright. as long as you can still smile and laugh, i am content.

i hope that i don't hurt you by speaking countless of words and sending you multiple messages. i just like talking to you, i guess. i just really do.

your words tell a story, and i like listening to your story. it makes me smile; it makes me forget any twinges of hurt that pull at my nerves. i guess you could say it's your talent.

you're the storyteller, and i'm the recorder. but i guess i speak a little too much for a recorder. i'd apologize, but i guess i'm not sorry, not really anyway. so, maybe i'm sorry that i'm not sorry? i just hope my speech isn't hurting you; perhaps you need some space, i wish i could tell.

but either way, i'll try my best to refrain from speaking so much; i wouldn't want to mess up anything in your future pathways.