i want a new life. a new life where i don't prostitute myself- aching for love. the world knows who i am. i have no secrets of my own. if you put all the people together in my life at my memorial- they could tell you everything i've ever thought or done. every shameful action, every beautiful moment, every wound, every blessing. They could piece together my face with my own words- and by the end of the hour every person have me figured out. I have kept nothing for myself. I have nothing of my own. i have given away every piece of me. And i have nothing to show for it. every part of my heart i have eagerly forfeited. everything i have been given- i have given away.
who has kept it kindly?
who has protected it?
who has guarded it?
i want them back. i want them all back now.
i wanted you to love me.
all of you.
i wanted you to know me.
i wanted you to know me and love me.
i wanted to be known fully. but you can't. you can never know me fully.
i'll always feel alone.
a friend once told me...
"it's lonely to be brilliant"
and i always have been
and i always will be
but it won't burry me.
i have yet to appreciate the mystery of this life.
i have yet to bask in the warmth of it.
but one day i will.
and you will have no clue about it.
until much much later.