Into my heart confusion rose against. The muscles fought so long; to control against the pull of one magnet to another. And as their poles connected, the thin sheet of glass that had separated us shattered and brought on a new splintered meaning. We were still separated in so many ways; but now it was a broken distance that was unrequited. What does this mean? Does my shy exterior hide a shell that is brimming with a false self-confidence? How come i can see those who dance in public without shame, and i can do it with my own, but not with them? i wonder sometimes about the boxes we (and i) put ourselves and others into. i know that the cardboard is flimsy, and that we all feel the same – and not in the over-played love song kind of way – we all hurt, heal and try to comprehend (some more than others) things that we can, and things that we never will understand.

And that doesn’t mean any of us are going to stop trying.

I just wish i did.

sometimes.

A reply is not felt? How is that? Why is that... i wonder why people feel the need to make themselves so difficult to understand. Am i difficult to understand? i never knew that people found me too loud. Perhaps i will work on that...

Have you ever wanted to want to get to know someone while no-one’s there? Not even you?
I have... i think we all put on a certain charm or subconscious personality that we believe is built to cater to the other person.

It’s strange to think that people can be broken - relationships hindered or severed – by a couple of unsaid words or a minute movement; a tiny muscle in the face. It’s strange to think that we can be with people who we never imagined, how we can find ourselves closed from opportunities we always thought we’d have... with no fault but our own.
How can so much of everything, rely on so little?