I hear you, often, always, knowing where you are. Surrounded
by people, laughing, feeling, or at least trying to feel, I hear you. We can
find freedom, hold that feeling, embracing that destiny that we’re assured will
thrust us forward to another place. A better place. It’s the new ideal, it’s
the promises of the people that wouldn't know your feelings if they tried, but
it’s there, nonetheless.
I notice your laughter, the true test of a person’s inner
calm. It’s a blessing, it’s a beautiful notion, but the eyes cannot hide the
soul underneath from words that you speak, or the moments you show. The
laughter vanishes, the feeling flows through you, only to hit the wall behind
to fade into nothing. The sadness shows, the fortunes fail, the embraces long
forgotten.
I feel, I know, I can appreciate, but I'm not there with
you. I'm okay, being truthful, even though I know that you’re not. Emotions be
damned, the heart of stone be the ruler of all, yet we simply do not have that
luxury. You can be held, you can be kissed, you can become the tallest mountain
or the wildest river, only to reach a place that stops you in your tracks.
You, yes you, are special. We’re all special, but you
specifically, are just that little bit better than that. I've seen you, even
known parts of you, forming that connection and purpose. I remember when you
were happy, the smiles echoing through the windows of time, your very presence
being one of wonder. I, we, all of us, enjoyed you. Felt the person you are.
You, above all, deserve the world on a plate, served by the best waiters and
lavish surroundings. You’re a princess, maybe a prince, or whatever we’re being
defined as, on this very day. No matter
the name you will always be you.
I love you. Maybe in a certain way, less than that, more
than this, but I still do. We all do. Even when the walls crumble and the
stakes are raised above your head, we all truly know, that you can survive the
perils of the world and the falls of humanity and life. I believe. I believe in
you. Rise oh majestic person. I know that I'm being grandiose, making more of
what is, but if that ensures a smile then so be it.
Smash the defined walls around you. Define something new,
something else, even if it’s using the basic crayon surrounding your thoughts. Draw
that path, create the guides, even if it’s a simple plan for the very next day.
Jump up and down, go wild, be silly, make crazy your new thing and truly
explore your own imagination. You’re your own comedian, artist, writer, poet
and adventurer. As I've said, I believe. You are not defined by the person next
to you and you never should be. You’re free to form your own opinions, faith be
damned, or society scolded, as you can be all you can be even if it’s only
within your own head.
I want to hear all of your jokes, all the words from your
precious lips. I can even, maybe, hold your hand or carry you upon my shoulder.
Metaphorically speaking, of course, as your soul is a damn heavy source of
life. Come on, get up, stand up, be that tall person in your small world. I
want you on your tippy toes, being silly, making faces, flexing and falling
around like a fool. We always start off being so very, very heavy, yet inside
we’re still that child and we miss that freedom.
I hear you, often, always, feeling where you are. Surrounded
by your smile, expressing, knowing, that you’re more than whatever lonely
feeling you have locked into your mindset. You’re never alone and you never
will be. You’re that vibrant feeling, your someone’s butterflies within their
stomach, you’re that secret crush, that smile upon a stranger’s face and the
person that deserves so very, very much.
Now, stand up. Go on… stand up. Inhale, exhale, inhale again
and speak the words… repeat after me, “I'm not alone. I will always be here for
you. I love you, despite being silly at times”
Sit back down, close your eyes, as I need you to believe, to truly
believe, that as long as the world has someone like you, just you, maybe even
me, maybe even a few of the others, you’ll never, ever, not even for a second,
feel… lonely.
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