it's a funny thing when we want to love a person
and all they want
is to love somebody else
and it's an even funnier thing
when someone else wants to love you,
it's all they want to do,
and all you want is to love somebody else and we spend
countless hours
living, thinking, trying to find the words
but,
its irrelevance consuming our every bit of conscience,
and we seldom get to see the real side of things
because the real side doesn't exist, since
from another angle life can look alot different,
it's the epitome of your existence.
and you don't even know it,
you'll never know it because
we don't allow ourselves to realize
how many people at any given moment
miss us
need us
and we live our lives obliviously,
mirroring their lives
sadly, dangerously close to the edge, all the while
we miss, we need, we love.
all the ones that don't
miss/need/love us
it gives us a sense of purpose to fight and chase things that are
in large part non-existent,
irrelevant
trivial
we get high and low and feel the blows
of rejection and acceptance
excitement and dormancy
stimulation and deceleration
and we don't know how
transience speaks to us in codes and rhymes
transience wants to free us,
all we have to do is look to it
and we're there
