While the writings on this site may not ever be happy per say, I think it is in my best interest to mix in some more positive notes. As I’ve begun to talk through many of the obstacles I’ve been facing I noticed a rather startling trend. I find it difficult to feel a true connection towards people. It’s hard to say whether I’ve always put up a wall between myself and those I interact with, but regardless it’s there and it affects a majority of my personal relationships. In an effort to establish some semblance of closeness I’ve started writing about how I see and experience others. It’s my hope that documenting my perceptions of others will slowly build bonds with those I have failed to feel close to in the past.
She’s Perfectly Plain. At a glance I feel as if I’ve seen her a thousand times and yet, I can’t look away. To most, she goes unnoticed, Unseen, Uninteresting, But she’s there. It is as if I walked for miles along a dirt road only to stop,and stare, At a simple, wild, flower. She admits no fragrance, Her petals a simple white, Leaves and stem frayed, torn, and battered by the world, And yet, She’s Pure. Amid a sea of false colors, scents, and perfections she is the one I see. I reach out to pick her, but slowly stop and retreat. Because although she is plain, She’s far too perfect for me.
Me & a mask 