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mountainous heathen!
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holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem |
~ Sunday, March 06, 2005
the day i taught you how to weave hemp it's sunday, and i should be solving problem sets. but i was just thinking about those times in life when you just have to take people's words for what they are. maybe for more than what you thought they were. and it isn't as if there was no other way. it isn't as if you had no other choice than to believe them. on the contrary, there's no reason as to why you should believe them and yet you still stand there looking into their "honest" face willing to somehow go with what they're giving you. and i mean, these aren't people who have ever lied to you. i'm sure i'm making no sense to you. but let's say usually, or more often than these rare times mentioned above, you believe them and all, because i mean, they've never lied to you and they're not the lying kind, so why shouldn't you, but as you stand there looking at them, your heart is not fully with it. you're thinking that this is fleeting, that it's nothing you should be naked for. if anything, it's something you should have armor for. and you speak to your heart after they've gone away and you ask it, "what of it, what's wrong with you, why don't you believe the honest man? isn't he the only one worth believing?" and your heart says to you, "yes, that may be true, but perhaps i'm figuring other things into this. go with me here, mind. i'm thinking too." and so they fight it out, and sometimes, some rare times, it comes to them agreeing on the matter. you stand there glad that "justice" has been done; that the true man among the crowd was recognized and believed; and that you have finally given up your silly doubting and seen the "light." agreeing that you'll take their sorries to heart no matter how much it hurts; that you'll go willingly with their sorrowfilled goodbyes and meaningful looks when they say: thank you. | |