// small talk //
There are people
Who listen
But not with the intent
Of connecting
Or harnessing
They only listen
To judge
And gauge
And inspect the little suspicions
They have in their heads
These people
May make you feel
Unworthy
Or bare
But you must
Understand
That your vulnerability
Is true
It is a defense mechanism
To false pleasantries
That don't feel right
In your core
Understand that their corrupt souls
Will only weigh you down
The shrivel of your being
Must not be shaken
By their nuances
And gestures
And subtle eye contacts
With time
You will rise
Above the small talk
And forced assumptions
The authenticated
Stories
Written intently
Can only be placed together
With tender hands
And delicate insights
These rushed beings
Will never understand
The power
Of brooding wisdom
And empathy
That takes birth
In eager eyes
And slow afternoons
With hearts
Wrapped carefully
In the art of being
