Sometimes
When life gets unbearable
The pressure unavoidable
We revert
Back to old things
Old ways of thinking
Of living of being
Or
We fashion ourselves new toys to play
New reasons to get away
A plethora of answers to make us stay
The same
Because sudden change in our own little
Atmosphere
Brings us to that primal state
Fear
Because we know not how to cope
With loss of life and/or love
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I'm an observer. I like to people watch and see how they interact (or not interact) with each other. I often wonder why people post certain pictures or say certain things on Social Media. Apparently, it is bad form to call someone out on things or ask them bluntly why they do/say/think/write/post/ ect whatever it is they ect...
But sometimes, I do. I ask why. I'd like to believe some people seek the attention and want someone to ask them why. Others just want a reason to talk/vent so I would hope me asking "the why" would allow me to be the balm to their soul.
It's gotten me in more trouble than I'd like, but it is what I believe makes me unique. And in that way, I usually turn their thoughts into words and ideas. People are my launch pads for my poems and writings. I guess you could say I use people. But why does that always have to be seen in a negative connotation? Don't we all use each other at some point? You cannot tell me you've never used someone for something. Everyone does.
So... with that poem, yes I used someone. I observed what their life was like in a few still frames and post and gathered what I believed to see. It is about a young man who after having his heart broken, reverted back to childish things because he found comfort in that. And what more, he found likeminded individuals to join in his pain through play. Play is their medication.
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