Thursday, August 29, 2013

Wrong Side of the Century

When you look into someone's eyes, and you see quietness.
When you piece together the strings, and you feel a bit of who they are.
When people have utility, and no pleasure.
When people look for meaning in the world.
When you're a teenager, and you want all these things to happen. Then they don't.
When you feel stuck in one mindset, one series of setbacks, one attitude.
Your eyes, they're quiet.
They're searching for utility. They're searching for something to do.
Desires and wants. Eagerness.
Ambiguity of  kinda wrong.
Ambiguity of okay.
After so much talk, we're left dry of words, our selves come out. Our feelings remain.
And I'm lonely. I'm lonely in a quiet place.
At 22, you're meant to be lonely. But that's not what I was taught by TV and movies.
My eyes are quiet, too.
But they can still see.
I can't look inside anymore.
I want inside your eyes. I want inside your thoughts.
A swirl of desires and unspoken wants.
The yearning is struggle.
Struggle will not end.
Okay?
Who decided what I want?

2 comments:

  1. This...this...wow.
    This is really, really good.
    If your intent was to make the reader feel something, you succeeded. I'm not even sure what it is that I feel. A sadness, and a hope, and a lot more than that.
    "I want inside your eyes. I want inside your thoughts." It's all so...so...
    I feel like I see your potential as a writer for the first time. Not that I ever doubted you, but this proves it.

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  2. thank you very much. i'm glad and surprised you like it.

    I'm conscientious about expressing myself clearly and honestly now.

    I know what you meant about not doubting and finally seeing potential, so don't worry about it.

    Thank you for the encouragement. I feel fortunate that you take time to read and comment on my blog, and grateful to have feedback and responses from you. I can't write my appreciation enough.

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