The me I want to be

I feel like I should be capable of loving even those who have done wrong

Not to forgive on behalf of those they’ve wronged

But to encourage the good to come from them

Maybe that’s why I stick closeby to the Owl who

Mysteries

It’s not forgiveness

Maybe the belief that others can do good

I’d like to get that back

Now it just surprises me

To become someone who can believe in the good of people

If you could help with it

I thought I’d found friends

But that’s beyond me, perhaps

Would you come running when Time comes?

I’d like to live in this world

Rather than just beside it

I thought I’d found someone who looked like me

In spirit

Am I hopeless?

Have I really not needed any socialization for 7 years?

People are enjoying each other’s company around me again

Laughing and chatting and doing things I haven’t done in ages

I could walk a thousand miles and never reach you

But it feels like the distance from you to me is much shorter than the distance from me to you

Like you just have to reach out to me

Curses that I can’t remember my dreams anymore

I send out all this love

Some kind of deranged Cupid

Venus you scorn me

You must for otherwise I would find somebody

Aphrodite

They say you can’t wish for love

When nothing else will ever sustain me

Desperately jumping from doing something to doing something

Trying to out run my disappearance

If I disappear

I begged not to

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