Posted Notes.
Art: Bigger Than a Circle.
By Sakuan.
Noted, you laugh because you think you have to. Do you care? I don’t.
Do you need me, I don’t. You cry because it hurts, I cry because I care.
I am sorry I lied I really need you. I thought I did, that’s when you said you loved me.
What does that mean you ask? The audacity, we argue, we make up, it’s tiring, it’s love.
Are you scared of life itself or are you scared of people? I’m trying to get you.
Without people there is no life, so I guess that question doesn’t really matter.
Do you know what life is? I do know what my life is and I want you in it. LOVE?
Do I need to be myself to become who I think I can be? These questions…
When I am with you I don’t ponder, I don’t have to because I feel complete.
Is it real, is it fake, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t seem to matter for some reason. LOVE?
*You were played, she was played too, get in line*
Some people will say yes, well I say I don’t know because it is complicated. LOVE.
What if being myself isn’t the right thing to do, what if I was nurtured wrong?
How can I know, should I follow my brain or my gut, I guess heart will do.
That is all good, but what if I am wrong, what if I was always wrong?
The only way to know is to open up, why would I open up? I never do.
The time has come for me to be something, this time for real I can feel it.
Well here I come and here is all I can do for you, what can you do for me?
Wait you thought I did it as a favor? That is not life, that is not how life goes.
An eye for an eye, tit for tat. Action and reaction, science and all if you are into that.
It all fits so well, there are a lot of things in this world to care about and I chose you.
The fact that we still have typos in the English language is insane.
There are a lot of things and a lot of typos, how do some things share the same word?
I mean these things can easily be assigned to new words, right? LOVE.
Why complicate things? I love milk, I love you. What is LOVE?
That is life and life without people isn’t life, rather try a deserted desert? Be my guest.
By Nu Nazareth.
