I missed you; I missed hanging out with you. I miss jumping in and out of your world. I wish talking with you, to build again. Everyone's smiling but I rather spill my guts with you, ain't nobody gets it, they don't. All I get was confusing faces and sometimes mockery or sometimes an insult or sometimes a disgusted face, a painful word vomit, a rejection disguised as judgement or shadiness, and cutting my word-sentences off, sometimes they tower over me, walked over me as if I'm some kind of a joke or a kid (well I am, kind of) or a dumb in their eyes.
I'm sorry I compensated my time again, I'm too open and welcoming again, that I should have invested in you :((
I'll drop anything but not us, I miss our connection, what we had created and what we will create—I miss our world.
I want us to create again, I want us to continue our craft, to blend our ideas and experiment with it, oh god, my favorite process. I can no longer see any boundaries, everything is true, everything is beautiful, and everything makes sense, despite their exiled existence from where I came from. I can only access it, it is mine. Everything's right despite their label, their wrongness, their side, their definition, their nature, their name, their reputation—I love them all.
Will you forgive me and let me stay inside? This time, I won't leave without leaving some word. If I didn't left any, I'll come back to say hi.
How I wish touching someone with these open ended, imaginative, vibrant, colorful, creative appreciation perhaps you know someone?
Oh, you and me and them huh.
I miss them too, even to those I haven't met yet, and those I have soon to meet. (guess i need to bring life to them huh, had to craft them, piece by piece of me and my)
Ain't met someone safe that is too open (or will be) to witness this world we are creating, and its cruel, hurting to know.
But I'll wait :)) with you for this hope
I'm waiting for someone soft to reach it, to even access it, and touch it, and taste the pieces from it.
Who wouldn't be affected by its varying natured-complex
My past course always chant 'hello, world' and it wasn't fitting but now, when I'm with you. I can tell it does makes sense ;)
(maybe I was settled in that place with an intent to know you, see you, hear you, feel you, without even meeting you— it's a sign of your arrival)
Anyway, I want some more lefty
And I crave a seeker—the one who questions things and was curious enough to invade alienated details. The hows and whys, every word detail, every thought fogs, farts, every mechanics of its existence, and the complex building blocks of it.
As I am too—is a seeker :)
I will return to this crafted world, to these pieces of me
Btw, a clue, complexity drives this creation :)) fueling this world itself and without it, I don't know what direction it will take and if it will live or exist like it is supposed to.
The magnetism of life where I came from is pulling this world closer, forcing to torn some pieces out, while dropping some pieces inside of it. What a wonderful cycle of exchange.