theres a stinging in my chest
have you gone forever?
the grey cleveland skies never rest
keep changing my heart like weather
lay in my bed to rest
let the feelings crawl from my heart to my eyes
my soul is alive, my soul is alive
are we really lucky to feel this pain
what was it before you
the skies were grey now silver
who was i before you
i was loveless and stronger
children are so honest that it makes me sad for them to grow up. they are honest in the sense of their outlook and observation. at the pool today, im sitting next to a group of skinny bikini clad bronze beauties in their 20’s, i would guess. spewing from their mouths like poison are, ‘i fucking hate him’s” and “fucking wish he would die, literally” “literally want to chop his balls off.” yes, we all have our guilty catty sessions when we get together, but seeing it from the outside made me think. ten feet away,in the pool, were two little boys diving for torpedos. as the toothless boy bobs to the surface with his toy in arms wearing a conquering smile, he looks at his friend and says, “this was worse and better for a couple reasons, it was worse because it didnt go very far but it was better because it went really deep.” i listen to his words and feel joy in his observation..his way of speaking was quite poetic although not intentionally so. as opposed to the girls who plaster their sentences with useless dishonest claims. their over-branded “literal” observations are fabricated and phony, while the boys speak with a genuine understanding of their encounters with the world. perhaps our every days become a bit more complicated than diving into the water for toys. or maybe they dont.maybe we need to go a little deeper with our outlook on the world and the way we think of things.
