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The recognition
Saturday, March 12, 2011 @ 10:13 PM
Do you sometimes just sit there. Lost in thought. Actually, you’re not really thinking about something. Actually you don’t want to think about anything. But you are, you’re wondering, what now? What will happen? If anything. Will I like it? Will it be a good thing? Or something that I’d wish would never happen? And all of this, without even knowing what “it” is. Then, do find yourself wondering, for the hundredth time today, why people don’t understand you? If they ever wanted to understand you? And you see others and you wonder when you’ll too, find someone, someone that will understand you. Then you question, if that’s even possible, maybe because even you don’t understand yourself, or you’ve tried to let others understand you, only to be disappointed. And you just don’t have the heart to try again. Maybe you feel you just don’t deserve it? And you’d rather be alone. Then the recognition, you don’t want to be alone, it’s your worst fear, you think people don’t understand you because you didn’t really try that hard, you couldn’t tell them anything, because, you were afraid they’ll walk away and you’ll have no one. You’re afraid, afraid of getting hurt, afraid that you’ll be lost, afraid that you’d lose everything, when you’ve found it. You know, you could tell them, but who are you kidding? No one would listen, and even if they did, you’d be afraid to tell them. You miss it don’t you? That time, that place, the smiles, what you would now call random acts of kindness. Life is always better in hindsight. Finally, when everyone has gone to sleep, you sit there, hoping the darkness would swallow you, And you know, you can never go back. You’re alone. Alone. |