Old Myspace Post

Friday, August 18, 2006 3:29 AM

Speak
Current mood: enthralled
Please open.
I have turned into , I hope, your favorite book.
Can I read YOU now?

Yet again I sit amazed. I want so much to listen to you, and to just know everything. I think you have a gorgeous mind, and you rarely show it. I am not sure if you are afraid or shy. I think you trust me, and I surely pray that you trust me.

It's odd how this works.

I sat talking with this guy a good while the other night. He was completely ignorant. He couldn't even properly spell his own "religion" and stated the obvious. He made deductions a grade school student could conjure, and was confident he was telling me something with depth and thought. He would. not. shut.up. I was listening, tempted to beat my head against my desk with frustration.

I sat talking with this guy a good while the other day. He was brilliant. He was impressive to the point I almost had to break out a dictionary. His metaphors and beliefs were astounding. The level on which he thought and spoke would intimidate a great many people. I suddenly realised that he is quite aware of that fact as well. He was a tad bit full of himself, but brilliant all the same. I was listening, and I was tempted to wish for more conversations like these.

Everytime I talk to you it is wonderful. I never want you to shut up, and I never wish for anything more or less. It just puzzles me that those other people speak freely, and you do not. I know that you can. I know that you have this beautiful, amazing mind. Let me see all of it...just once? I don't want you to be like them; I want you to be you. I don't mean to ask for more than I should. I know that you are always so full of depth and enlightenment in the important talks. I am not denying that. I just...
I just know, and I just want to hear all you could ever possibly have to say. I love the way you drown out everyone else when you speak.