Dear world

Dear world,

Sometimes I feel I’m not a part of you
You’re too shallow
Too fast
And too chatty

You disguise the truth with words
With language I don’t understand
You spit answers breathlessly
Before I even finish my question
Why are you always in such hurry?

First you handed me a compass
Then the map
You’ve paved buttery roads with green signboards
Directing to every place worth going

But how do I explore now?
How do I get lost and wander off?
And cry for help and feel awe?

Feel awe, huh, wondering what’s that?
What it is to… feel?
Now how do I explain this, umm
I don’t think I can, you just gotta feel it

If you learn that someday, you’d know
That there’s no need to raise eyebrows at me
It’s just emotions
Soap bubbles that expand and burst and fly through my nerves
That show on the edge of my lips, deep in my pupil
And sometimes above my nose

You know there’s another one of you
A world in its own, but nothing like you
It lives inside me
And it yearns to mold you
To be more like itself

But you’re one hard rock
Not as malleable as my thoughts
Shaping you to my liking
Might take a bit more than a lifetime
I’ll try though

I hope there comes a day
When we meet in the middle
Where I’ve walked a few steps of acceptance
And you’ve walked a few steps of change
When I’ve become faster and you’ve become deeper
I hope I become a part of you
Without losing myself

IDK what I’m thinking, it’s way past my bedtime.

Good night!
Aachman