Naked. Honest.

Naked. Honest.

I’m not who you think I am.
                         …
Don’t feel bad, I’m not who I think I am either.
                         …
I’m not what you want me to be.
                         …
Don’t feel bad, I’m not who I want to be either.
                         …
I’m not where you thought I am.
                         …
Don’t feel bad, I’m not sure how I got here.
                         …
I’m not going where you think I’m going.
                         …
Don’t feel bad, I got lost.
                         …
I’m not going back to being who you thought I was.
                         …
Don’t feel bad, I wasn’t happy there, so I had to leave.
                         …
I’m not the smile you see on my face.
                         …
Don’t feel bad, it was faux anyway.

                       You’re bare.
I know.
                       You’re lost.
I know.
                       You’re drifting.
I know.
                       You’re scared.
I know.
                       You’re here.
I know.
                       You’re leaving.
I know.
                       Will you stay?
I can’t.
                       Why?
I’m cold.
                       Why?
I’m naked.
                       Why?
I’m honest.
                         …
I’m free.
                         …Ok.

~Vive Sine Paententia~

 

Res Ipsa Loquitur
~Uncaught Recidivist