it seems simple, someone speaks, we return sentiments.
the
future is its past the wilderness is its clarity where we hassle over
impressions. a person performs they act in accordance, boundaries are
invisible. the moral of creatures or by title of creatures to work harder and
expect deference. the ethic of cemeteries or cave-fraught-insecurities while we
remind each other—of pure insignificance or a bit of indifference or we
ostracize based upon something arbitrary. “I will outshine others. It shall be
important to colleagues. I will undermine others to assert dominance.”
but we cry over nonsense, we walk away, we are held in contempt; such derision for behavior where most give little credit while we expect the world to submit.
our predicament seems unnecessary but it gives life while each person wrestles with inadequacy. such unbending views or fire in a colleague where she flies with such skill—the radiance of the begonia the jealousy of the watcher while so near breaths are paying homage. to decide upon a shiver some preference of a soul where some will not be respected. they can’t share spaces they must omit talents or else become subject to tyranny.
I relish in meeting some people—they set this topic to shame—they stand out as evolved creatures. the xyst of the synaptic gap—we sense highness of chemical—we explain it away. some type of miracle some fresh understanding where everyone feels included. the rain upon mud those slides shifting self-reception while most thought it was a dear degree; some appreciation while we select those, we’ll show depreciation; weeds in our crops or disrespect in our souls or flippancy given where he needed what she received. by passion of our minds by cranium of our scars or too terrific to glow anymore.
it isn’t easy to consider our
behaviors. it’s hard to see self, blocking self. we familiarize boxes. at
painted mirrors, decorated by things unbelievable, while I, too, have some
radical issue.
