The Price of Honesty
There are days when everything
you've done wrong stands up to you in blazing
neon, impossible to ignore
and you're never in the right.
There are days when a cloud
looks like a slap in the face
and the wind is the only thing
keeping you upright. There are
the days when everything which surrounds
you is so beautiful that the only
thing you can think is
"I'll never be able to write that."
There are more of those days
than there are of the ones where
you're centered and quiet and happy,
and the days when you're truly enjoying life
are always bracketed by the ones where
you want nothing more than to torch
every bridge and move West,
to leave all of the bullshit behind.
It's impossible to pretend everything
is great with yourself when you
know it isn't true.
It's the price of honesty.
If you are awakened to an idea, share it.
If you want to learn about someone, ask them.
If you want to love someone, love them.
If you want to accept someone’s love, accept it –
but never do it falsely. Someone else
will appreciate what you do not.
If everything hurts, give it time.
If nothing hurts, and you’re happy
in your tiny space, break your bubble.
If you know what’s going on,
and you’re happy, enjoy it –
time will not give you many moments.
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