It takes so long to understand people.
They will never be able to show you their entirety.
I think a large part of knowing someone is to dream them, to hypothesize them, to hold them up or tear them down.
And then you can say. Very matter of factly. “Hey… I know you”
But now I stand here, begging YOU, the glorious phantasm,
YOU, from the top of a razor sharp, ice riddled, wind knock me into the abyss, end of the world mountaintop,
Please take ME
Give ME an existence.
Give me your bubble and I’ll give you mine.
And I’ll be anything that you want me to be.
Close my eyes, bottom out
Egress and swallow it down.
How it withers me to part with thee!
It crinkles me down….
And all of the sudden
I’m a tiny crumpled piece of tin foil!
Packed away neatly into an indiscriminate shiny object
Original shape and size now inconsequential and lost forever.
And I am flicked from that peak with those rose-colored fingernails
I sparkle all the way down
Until even I am unsure of my own existence
Joy! I am found!
By a wayward traveler, incited by a sparkle in the sun.
I am caressed by his pudgy grime caked fingertips.
Dusted off slowly, unwrapped with raptured curiosity,
Yes! It’s me!
Slightly damaged but still shining for you in the sun.