With heart-break and disaster headed your way,
You took on the world with open arms instead of clenched fists,
But when did that change?
You were naive, but brave.
You would j-walk without looking both ways, and I loved that.
You weren’t quite aware of the dangers of this world,
So you were destined to figure it out the hard way.
I’m jealous of how quickly you could transform strangers into friends,
How sincere words could flow so freely from your tongue,
With the intent to cure anyone who’s ever been wronged,
Maybe that’s because you haven’t quite felt rejection yet.
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
idk man it just makes me so so so sad when you’re watching a cutiepie talk about their passion like when they light up and start bubbling over with words and then all of a sudden they stop themselves and say stuff like “sorry, i know this is boring” or “sorry i just got excited”
like you know somewhere in their life someone they respected told them “shut up nobody cares” and ever since they can’t talk about their favorite things without apologizing every 5 seconds