Friday, February 7, 2025

a year later, I'm The First Optimistic Cynic



miss being outside 
sunset 
i am distant 
in the woods
looking at the pond 
wish i was down there 
confused and hazed
let's go outside 
it's pretty
from what 
let's take a picture of you 
*looks with you*
let's go down there 
help me be like you 
what are you looking at 
what are you thinking 
what patterns are you noticing 
all inside of sounding echo chambers 
sweet silence when it becomes all too bitter 
wouldn't have it any other way
besides, by your side
the sun is going down 
honestly nothing, i'm fine 
the patterns of your questions 
and I wouldn't have it any other way
all i ask is a little more 
by my side, by myself 

there goes another day 
and another 
of being where we belong 
October through February 
months of bleakness 
on the next stop 
get off and see what the future offers 
friendships that you want to maintain
relationships
interactions 
dreams that need to be feed 
time never stops 
not even for us
but we sure do know how to speed it up 
i'm starting to feel the warmth of our birthdays outside
months that remind you to enjoy this brittle youth
you can make this place your world, invade it!
once you get an idea of your wants and needs
friendships
to gain
that you'll dread?
dreams
 

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