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Warts and All
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Personal Favorites Weathered, weary
faces that long for validation
Sometimes when searching for the right degree of honesty
That person to dictate truths plainly
We lie to ourselves.
Falsified filter in our kaleidoscope –
glazing over a grandiose collection of
confectionery memories
bestowed upon us sour patch kids
What purpose are we to sugar-coat?
A gateway of doubt elimination perhaps?
Jollies to redden our pinks?
Something to aspire towards?
To set our sails towards something fictional, but new?
Warranted to carry, albeit far too infrequent to trust
These snapshots of emotion are ruled precipitously
these many serendipitous thoughts
We foolishly stroke founded worries away carelessly
Dismissing them like fucking shirt fuzz on a lint roller
With all adjusting
and no confronting
We erase who we used to be
from memory as the years pass free
So as life continuously chisels, scars, scrapes
where we used to glance directly at a silhouette
blanketed in a mesmerizing white light
Slowly over time, the light dims
and our interpretations of revered idols faded
necessary to pace onward, in dormant fear of the unsure
...or what's worse?
...the unknown.
If we focus hard enough, we can nearly anticipate this moment of reckoning
staring straight back at us
we witness our vulnerability
and for an instant
we witness self-awareness and truth
warts and all
SHIRT FUZZ
Favorite line: ~~We erase ourselves from memory as the years go by~~~always a guaranteed great reading for me. Write on! - Lady A
Friends or Lovers
Do you think this happens with friends, family, lovers, all of the above?
I know it happened with my ex ;)
Beautifully written.. I had to read it a few times to really fully appreciate what I think you meant..
<3 RS
I think
I think it happens with anybody you love, or at least hold up to that standard. Just purely based on your ignorance of this person and your collective hopes - friend, family, lover, whichever - you make sort of a mold as to who you think they are before you're aware of any real knowledge about them
And i'm not saying that's a bad thing either - like i said in the comments before i find beauty in discovering the warts of somebody's character over time - obviously i'm not naive to the fact i could learn something that i don't agree with that could change things - but really....those imperfections are going to be what you remember that person for, not the common stuff.
It's especially difficult to realize that after they've come and gone