Forgetting what you’ve been taught and forgetting what you think you see, how do we know if we really know someone? Better yet, forgo all perceivable traits that one may display, and try to dig further down that maze we call the human psyche. What do you see? Is it dark and coldness overtaking the skin that encases your bones or is it full of light and warmth fulfilling your expectations of what good feels like. Or is it a mixture of both. Or is it simply emptiness that fills that space? Perhaps so in some of us or all of us at one point or another.
Nevertheless, whichever you may encounter while reaching such a cathartic site has got to be something amazing! Whether it is scary or inviting, it has got to be amazing to even be ABLE to reach such depth into another human being. That being said, we should be careful what we wish for. We want to know? Don’t we? Or do we?!…
Let’s say we do….Where do you go and what do you do with this, once you’ve journeyed so far from the surface and into another’s secret hiding places? (First- off, is that even legal!?!?! Secondly, do we need some better passwords to lock down our files of forbidden envisages? And thirdly, I don’t have a thirdly but that’s the rules of the listing mechanism- gotta have three if there’s a one and a two. Cha-cha…
Anyway….yeah…. N…E. way….yes, where was I at, so what do we do with knowledge of truth about someone- I mean real raw truth? Do we love it and hold it tightly forever and ever and ever for the sake of fully understood mutual realism? Or do we kill it off as quickly as it took for us to get there? Or do we bow our heads down and pray for this person in which we’ve just seen the depths of hell inside our little Johnny or darling Dakota, or our love of our life Steve or Robert or Rebecca or Naomi, or whomever we are yearning to reveal and leave naked of their privacy. We’re salvages! Anyway, yes, do we go blind? Self medicate? Ameliorate the problem all together?! Run?!?! Yes , we run don’t we. We could poke out our eyeballs and see if we can exchange them? Or we could poke out the eyeballs of the person in which we’ve so pervasively robbed of their own inner being. We rape people, people. Not of their clothes ,for heavens sake, I’d hope not, but of their identity. We say, “oh, baby, I wanna know you inside and out and I accepted all!! All those dark corners in which you hide behind?… well let my love for you give you light to reveal them to me and that way we’ll be so close the earth could shake and not even tear us apart,not even a budge.” Mmm, so beautiful! But yeahhhhh,no! Ha. That’s absurd! Why Jesus lord take me to the promise land now because heaven just can’t wait. Death is calling my name as those line echo inside my skull! Oh my. Just oh my!
Wine is not my friend. I break up with you wine!! No more getting inside me you delicious creature of peaches and apricots. I’m gonna pee you out and flush you away for good. Ha!
Back to my awesome blog here for a minute- to know someone is to respect them and to respect them is to respect their privacy. Marry means to combine into one but privacy means to mind your own damn business unless I allow otherwise. So I don’t allow otherwise so otherwise twinkle your nose down your own hatred of hell that you sit in all day. Look in the mirror and gouge your own eyes out. You! My eyes are not for you to explore. My eyes are for me to explore. This is getting ridiculous. Jeez you should never have wine and write. It makes for embarrassed feelings of self pity and emotional melt downs that you later regret, then defend, then depress yourself into your couch cushion and swaddle yourself to sleep, feeling like a freak in which you are. We are. You too! Me yes, but you too readers of the galaxy of lonesomeness. Do what? Yeah, I’m just going with this. It’s a FREAKING MASTERPIECE!!!!! Haha. No. No it’s not. But don’t fight it. Just do it Nike swoosh. You are the coolest of all shoes anyway. No body wants your old shoes so keep them for another day when your new shoes belong with the old ones so it will have a friend. Shoes need friends too. Selfish humans!
Riddle me this… How much time does it take a person to accept another person and how much time does that same person take to accept themselves? Ummm… Riddle me this… How’s about we say that we love us so much that we wanna show us to you and you love you so much you wanna show yourself to me then if we show ourselves to each other are we just falling in love with ourselves even more. What about the you and me? Or we? Anyway, this was suppose to go a lot fancier but since it didn’t, I’ll get to the punchline. It’s always about I . Not the eye. Ha. Yeah! Nailed it!!! BOOM!!!… You follow me Lance don’t you. You got me?!:) and mascato,yes. Mascato. Don’t think mascato is gonna put this puppy down. No sir. It’s like fireworks! ( in my sink later,Na.Jk) ( Imma do it in the toilet like a lady would do it.)
Nevermind the nonsense for it is I that will pay the price. You will only have to suffer 17 more lines (and then a little ramble of me trying to close. And yes, closing is the hardest part. )And me, well, yeah, I’ll be on line ten. Follow me….
1.) People are precious
2.) People are selfish
3.) People are kind
4.) People are blind
5.) People are animals
6.) People are complicated
7.) People like music
8.) People like lists ( you’re welcome)
9.) People like discipline
10.) People like pain ( this one)
11.) People like love
12.) People like hate
13.) People like potatoes (?!?!)
14.) People like steak ( okay, I was trying to rhyme on this one. jeez.)
15-17.) People like to hurt and be hurt and love and be loved and fight and lose and fight and win. We are selfish creatures but we try. We try dammit! So get off our backs you stupid mind. We ain’t got no daddy anymore so go daddy the amygdala. I mean, talking about imbalanced ?!?!
Whatever a mad person’s mind feels like is how I feel right now. The sight of me is hiding from me. You get it if you’ve been here. But what time do I go to bed and how many words replenishes my mind back to my playground of falsified documents. See, I just said that because it sounded cool and investigative or something. I can do that. No one reads this thing but me.ha. and Lance Armstrong.( not really the Armstrong part,shhhh). Yes, I’ve humored myself past any real attainable knowledge. Okay now I’m just saying words that go together. Stop that!
Drink some coffee and go to sleep. Do NOT PUSH THE PUBLISH BUTTON. THIS IS NOT CUTE NOR UNDERSTANDABLE BY ANY MEANS! DONT DO IT YOU narcissist woman! Don’t do it.( Imma do it. I have to know if it helps the world. Or injures it. )It helps me. And we’ll all choose a me over a you. Stop. This is way past ridiculous. This is getting too deep Inside your own chaotic splats. Don’t reveal much more or people will begin to wonder, Hmmmm, that women there, hmm, well she is just not right in the head. She is Pentecostal.? Word suggested this word so I can fly with this. I have a headache and my pants are restricting me from being unrestricted. Work with me here. If I can follow me then you should be able to as well. Meddle no more and you win at life. Meddle some more and maybe you lose?!?!?!????….. Riddled you that I did. Now that I riddled was me that did. More? Ahhh, I have the words. Just not the structure nor the soundness.
I’m fading back in. Don’t push publish you.!
See, now the eye in which you look upon me with is the eye I look upon you with. You’re welcome for taking you by the hand and walking you down these paths I built out of many differing materials along the way of this crazy life. You are welcome!!! Now, I must close my eyes and close yours as well.
So rid me or never ever ever let me go?
Soundness can only be obtained when chaos is housed then cleaned. Brilliant! Bravo!!!
I bid you adieu and from the coo coo’s nest I flew. Without me there’s no you. Unless the you is already knew. Then it’s just me and fantasy, sitting beside reality and a plum tree. Maybe I’ll bite the bark and make me a cave. Or perhaps my legs just need a shave. Nevermind the weirdness here. It was planted because I feel the fear. It will remind me that I don’t belong here. Just like Radiohead said in freak. I will wrap up in my sheets and reveal not I to a strangers eye, for it only cleaves the narrow ply. And once more, I’ll say goodbye and knock those demons out of my sky.
The End ( winky face emoji) HA!