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Great poetry that speaks right to me and squeezes my soul

“perspective”

so you say you know what I think all so obvious as it’s written there in ink but oh how wrong can you be as your eyes only read what your mind wants them to see impossible for you to be truly perceptive as you interpret my words from your mind’s own perspective you take every word that I ever write or say and translate each and every one into your own way so to see what I see you need to set your mind free take everything you’ve learnt and leave it behind forget your opinions as they’re nothing like mine through your blinkered view my truth you’re denying to see me and to see how I think to understand what’s written in ink you’ve got to stop being you and see the world from a different view but that ain’t gonna be that I can see you will never see anything but your view of me you’ll never see things from a different perspective as you’re too preconditioned to ever be truly receptive

👎 unfortunately.

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I went through people like I went through books. Compulsively. Consistently. One after the other. Falling in love. Shedding tears. Obsessing. Hating. Cursing. I was amused. Curious. Excited. Interested. Happy. Heartbroken. In pain. Some people like books were triology, a series, in terms of the phases of my life and our interactions. Some just stand alone books. Some got stained with my coffee. The others got away like the books you lend to friends and never get back. Most are sitting right here, on my bookshelf, most dusty yet precious. I don't read them again, but often think fondly of them. Like 442 pages, some stay in my life for 442 days. But the point is. I go through people the way I go through books. But people aren't books. I can't devour them. I can't annotate them. I can't derive my own meaning out of them. They are living, breathing souls. Deriving their own meaning out of my existence and our interactions. But that's not even the troubling part. The troubling part comes here: like books, I can't finish reading people. I can't be done with them. But I still need the next one, the new one. The one from another genre. The one I chance upon in a foreign country's independent bookstore cafe. I guess I've realized this. I've admitted it. This is my dark side. I go through people like I go through books. I used to think it's people who always leave. And I guess I was right. People do always leave. But I'm the people. I'm the one who leaves. Not literally. Not explicitly. Not painfully. But gradually, silently, in care and love. And that's more horrible, isn't it? Isn't it.

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This or That

I’ve been tagged by @converginglives.  Thanks for the tag :-).

Rules: bold your answers, neither and both are also acceptable. Don’t stress yourself out. Just bold what you like. Then tag 10 people

I’m doing this as myself, not one of my characters.

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or fall

silver or gold

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks

mountain or fields

thunderstorms or lighting

Egyptian or Greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

eyes or lips

witch or fairy

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macarons or éclairs

typewritten or handwritten letters

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony [neither, I’m not good with heights]

spicy or mild 

opera or ballet

London or Paris

Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaid or siren

masquerade ball or cocktail party

10 writer peeps, if you’d like to do this: @authordai, @desperatlytryingtowriteabook, @endlesshourglass, @firewritten, @focusdumbass, @libralibro, @maigoth, @merigreenleaf, @reeseweston, @siarven.

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