Calamity and Calm
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more than just words on a page, but feelings that I can no longer keep enclosed in the vicinity of my heart or mind.
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Do You See?
Do they see me, or you, or only what they want? That is what I ask myself, as I lie awake looking at the popcorn on my ceiling wishing they were stars. Wishing I could just reach out and touch them to get a glimpse of a feeling of the utter beauty that is space. But that's not what it's about as my mind tries to lead me in a direction that is away from the painful thoughts about visibility. How it is that so many people are like those very stars, in that they are not seen when there is light? They want to be seen, like the lights of a building or in a room, that can be seen during the day and even the night. We are all like the stars though, or even the sun or the moon. For we are not always seen, we are not always given attention. Even then it hurts to know this truth, but as it is said, it is the truth.
By Calamity and Calm8 years ago in Poets
