You’ve always been eloquent with words. Sometimes you have no control over how they flow. They tumble out and land awkwardly on the blank page. Marking the perfection with imperfect truths. Facts hidden beneath fiction. Feelings shoved in random phrases. Thoughts scattered across letters on the screen.
Always ready with a sharpened opinion and a quiet voice that shouts. They’ve always listened to you and sought out your advice through the flashing words that you write. Because if we’re being completely honest, they can relate.
You want to make people feel. Manipulate a few words and evoke some emotion. It’s almost a game. How many times can you hit before you miss?
Your imagination knows no bounds and your experience with fictional emotion runs you haggard. Playing pretend has become a necessary skill. A skill that allows you to touch, feel and explore using only your mind. You don’t say what you mean. You leave subtle clues and hand out maps and send the world on a treasure hunt. What is the final prize though? Is there even an end or is it just one long stretch of dead ends?
You tend to hide. You belong to the generation with eyes that are wide open. Yet you lack something very fundamental to surviving and that is the art of feeling. You crave to be touched in ways that will make the universe shake. And no, I don’t mean physically.
You’re searching for a connection so powerful that you forget who you are. Because heaven forbid that you function like you were meant to. You want your eyes to speak poetry. You want your soul to catch fire.
You want salty seas and wind -blown hair. You want to make the ordinary become extraordinary. I know that you believe in magic. I know that you believe there are soul-ties that drag you to places hidden to the naked eye.
You wear your heart on your sleeve, but your sleeve is just a mirage. An optical illusion that always seems to be out of reach. You want hands to open the nudity of your mind, so you can be set free.
Everyone pretends to be brave but freezes when its time to dive beneath the surface. You are intriguing but people are afraid.
And that’s perfectly okay. It is what it is, until it isn’t anymore. Bloom where you are planted and begin a whole new journey of feeling.
You.
Absolutely iconic.
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Kaleidoscopic 