I wrote this in writer’s block, and I found you in your darkest hours. I found you through the brightest smiles and I still found you. There are wild things, that indeed live in every single one of us, these are the things that build individuality. You run from these things, and I anger you the more and more I try to get you to embrace them. For months, at night, I have argued with myself that you are different, that you require a little more time but I have grown to see that it was simply pity I had given you. You've got this weird paradigm, the way you come around and you go, there's something deep within you and that I know. The wild things inside you, exist in all of us, so let’s just walk together. Let’s acknowledge together that if we bring these dystopian worlds to the light, that indeed we can all live better. Stop living life on the edge. There are monsters in all of us and quick sands at all of our feet trying to drown us in. Let’s burn a fire, sit down, and talk about how we made it out.
I sympathized you and told myself that if I met you at a better time, we would better shine. But then, these words wouldn't be as deep. I met you at the peak of my getaway, on the verge of my sanity and at the nearest part of my social distance. I was gone and came back for you. Try and understand that. All of these things I am alluding to, live inside of me but they live inside of you too or else, I wouldn't be up at 4:55 am writing these things. I'm not the flashiest person you've ever met, the wealthiest to leave the projects or a know it all above the rest. My style isn't pleasing but my literature is infatuating, it has to be. I'm not here to be easy on your eyes, so take these words and decipher it, break down every syllable until you understand that I am telling you.. you are not alone no matter how you stand. Poetic Justice. I took the time out to get this message to you, somehow some way, if the owl doesn't come or this message gets lost in the wind, understand we all have wild things within.
March 24, 2016