If you let them,
They'll diminish you
Piece by piece...
One grain at a time...
I've learned this
From my committed relationships...
You still have to hold boundaries...
Even if they
Say they love you...
Even if they really do...
Nothing is forever,
So forever is meaningless...
A darkness has moved over me...
I psychologically analyze people
Before they
Even open their mouths...
I imagine a lifetime
Dealing with their
Particular psychological dysfunction...
I see the disasters
Before they have a chance
To happen...
Then they open their mouths,
And their words
Fit the profile
I have imagined...
Back in the here and now,
I'm dodging
Imaginary bullets...
My mind was always
Overcast,
But prepared for possible hope...
The new darkness
Doesn't leave much room
To process "hope"...
Hope falls into the
"This too shall pass"
Category...
I guess everything does...
That's depressing enough
In itself..
We may be living
In the most peaceful time
In human history,
All things being relative,
But we may be feeling more terror,
Conversely,
Due to a chronic rise
In self-interest...
That fear of depleted supply...
Feast or famine...
"My 'freedom' trumps your well-being"
Seems to be the motto of the day.
Leaves swirling in the wind...
Never allowed to settle...
To rest
Before being reclaimed
By the Earth...
The sun is still up there,
Burning,
But there is so much
In the way,
Obscuring the view,
Blocking the warmth...
So much distance
Between
There
And here...
As I get older,
There's a duality
Of self-actualizing,
On the one hand,
And disassociating,
On the other...
Reconnecting with
Who I really am
Vs.
Disconnecting
From most of humanity...
I don't actually want
Those two things
To be the same thing,
But people are discouraging...
Scary and dangerous,
Emotionally speaking...
Wandering through
Forests of pedestals
And soap boxes...
Colonies of superficial moral judgement...
Or
Barren tracts of land...
Sand dunes
Smoothly rippling...
Barely any means
To support an inner life...
For these,
The sun shines...
I am
The dark side of the moon...
I am
More comfortable in the shadows...
Unseen and unheard
Is safety...
Aside from
A select few
Personal friends,
People do not lately
Make me feel safe...
I've become suspicious...
Guarded...
Armor protecting
All the slime in the core...
