Sunday, March 30, 2008

I Follow Barefoot

When you meet someone you place them into a category in which you choose to act accordingly. The unspoken boundaries and exposure is pre-selected and given out accordingly.

You listen in a specific way and express yourself all in a certain way that has its levels of guard.

I think I know it is real when these boundaries and blurred and exposure is at dangerously high levels, yet there is an unusual comfort that settles around it all, gently supporting it in the air around you both.

The late at night unspoken thoughts, the unnecessary need to explain why you must place your head on their shoulder and listen to them talk about anything, something, everything

The thing is I am good. Really good. I will know when you need me to listen, I will know when you need validation, I will know when you need certain words and when you will just need me there. I will be able to know you to the point of destruction or at least disabling. And how do I know you, because you are unusual. There are several things that make you unique, a peculiar combination of qualities and habits. But like all unusual people you posses foundational characteristics that allow your unusual traits to outrise the others. You are intellectual but not just “book smart”rather have a the pure understanding of the application of knowledge, part of it is cleverness but the other is an enlarged prospective of the larger functionings of life. You have a comprehension of people; you see the good, the bad, the reality, and fantasies. It’s an insight you find helpful, interesting, and debilitating. It allows you to do strenuous evil and the potential to appear saintly.

You are honest to a degree that is misunderstood. It’s not meant to be harsh, rather you do and you don’t understand how people can speak any other way. You are paired with the ability to think honestly, with the possibility of being witty, sarcastic and crude.

You love your family, but then all people should. You call them perfect because you think their combination of flaws and talents is how all people should be but no one ever will except for the other person who comes to love you. And she also will be “perfect”

I want to live like an ayn rand character where honesty transcends from the eyes, beauty is apparent but only conscious by the person when making love, I want my full body to press against another’s as our limbs transcend each other and extend along each other’s plane. I want to speak with precise words, rather long or short, and to know that evil will not prevail if there is righteousness evident in my actions. I want to see the elements of the earth in the possibility of their creation and to the full appreciation they deserve.