Sluggish

He wished he was better than this. Better than this sluggish kind of a man. This man that couldn't speak well and couldn't express the feelings that he wanted to express. There was a lot he would like to express but the words never came out when he wanted. Some weeks it would go better for him but there always was this turning point. And the turning point always came out of nowhere like a dark period experienced by a manic depressive not yet diagnosed. He felt alone, not because he was all by himself (he was used to that) but because everyone acted like everything was okay.

Pretence

Our eyes crossed paths. The eyes of the woman walking her dog and mine. Her eyes said something but I didn't understand. My eyes didn't know how to respond. In the back of my mind I was searching for an answer. An answer to how I should respond to the eyes that crossed my path. But the moment was gone before I could blink.

Words I would write you if I dared

Hey, there is nothing interesting going on in my life. The only thing I wait for, is your answer. I see you are taking some time to respond. You are probably very busy with stuff. I'm not really sure what you think about the things I write you. But I feel there is something growing between us. But maybe that is just my imagination. Thank you for your warming words I wish I knew how to respond to make you feel the same.

Cherish

Sometimes it's better to cherish things that are not in reach. Not only because it's easier. Or maybe just because it's easier. Maybe because you now then, in that moment, that it might never end. That it might go on forever without having to solidify the true feelings involved. I'm scared of life, I'm scared of life, I'm scared of life. I'm in doubt. Life is about trivia. Cherish the little things because there is not more than that. But you can convince yourself otherwise. Or convince others.