I hope that when you’re sitting there reflecting on the influx of people throughout your days, you don’t feel the overwhelming chasm that separates your thoughts from theirs
That one hurts the most
Having a conversation with someone and feeling like you are in different galaxies
Feeling like your words are foreign
Looking into the eyes of faces realizing how rare it is to establish a connection
Frantically wandering around with all of your soul unlocked and not knowing what to do with it
You have to put it somewhere, that’s what I learned
It’s too heavy to carry in your hands alone
We weren’t meant for that, I’ve grown to believe
Maybe you’ll avoid the mediocrity of normalcy by realizing that the person you hide never really dies
I felt all of those things at once
I never stop feeling them
I’m in a room of ghosts looking through pictures of yesterday
I tricked myself into remembering the best parts the most and burying the bad ones deep in the ground
Until I realized the bad ones are important too
Now I’m sitting here with all of the pages open
Sometimes things are grim but a lot of times they are just honest
There is such a severity in honest
But a lot of times I’m wrong too so I’m sorry for trying to sound right