Friday, July 16, 2021

Bodies Show Behaviors: Inner Waves Come To Shore

 

moods change, even in an instance, they act by cues. it’s difficult to deal with insensitivity, deeper signs, the mass of many inadequacies. missing a point, or overlooking an angle, these become a mood shift. a person, in part, is a human reader—it’s overstimulating.

 

we deny basic humanities in an effort to assert our needs in which it becomes painful. ignoring a person, despite their intentions, makes for an unpleasant response. we’ve delicate hearts, musing incessantly, asking without mention—for acceptable mutuality—

 

endorsement.

 

even a relationship, based in intimacy, something balanced, has initial complication, where two train to feel complete.

 

it seems uncanny how people permeate each other, like live wires, like stubborn fences, like wide opened gates. a gentle nudge follows a sensitive thought, in a second, we might shift. some are easier, they click with essence, most encounters were a mistake.

 

bodies start to show behaviors.

 

I was in myself looking outward but I didn’t see other people. I would learn more as a social element where others desire consumption. I thought one beautiful, too precious for devouring, I was incorrect. I thought one difficult, this was in me, it was a tale made known. I wander wiles wiggling in essence; I starve like winning still adding pounds. in creeks we see faces, we count time, we reminisce upon accidents. some movie in each person some galaxy in gears at some booth paying tuition. needing to participate. needing social distressing. needing to feel closer to existence. I’ve met several, in a line of interference, where it’s possible to make negative inferences. as souls looking, examining soil, in foreign atmosphere, asking for directions. one sees, debates inside, determines if helping is lucrative. s/he is faced with questions, in a row of ideas/ideals—Should I assist? if so, Will I need in return for giving upfront? we’re confronted by something a little tricky, where one gives nothing, even a bit of disapproval, expecting prostration. a bit testy. most tire of seeing it; moreover, most feel convicted by accusation. what tries intestines, insomuch as driving inspiration, to muddle on about something crucial—like human interaction, human deeds, human intentions? one knowing me has stated I’m intentional, a polite way of saying I’m deliberate, while she’s able to claim she’s unintentional at times. so I’m unintentional at times. a dear fire! much repudiated.         

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