have you ever wondered, what other people see?
the eyes that lay beyond yourself;
visions that cannot be rented or streamed.
do you ever sit by yourself and think about the fact
that nobody else will ever be able to remember
the exact memory you’re experiencing in that moment?
isn’t it scary to think that no matter how many words we say,
pictures we paint, or songs we play,
there isn’t anyone in this world who can truly understand you.
i think that’s why i always try so hard, to close my eyes
and open them again in someone elses’ head.
because i can understand that fear, and that pain,
of isolation; your own body being a cage of self-awareness,
and at the same time, of resignation and peace.
so, i try to understand the people around me deeply,
and keep my eyes clear, and wide, and maybe i can help
them not to feel how i feel every single day,
knowing that nobody will ever look at me and see my story,
and they probably will also never ask.
but i’m just not the kind of girl who could ever close my eyes,
even when what i could see wasn’t something i should have.
when it was wrong, ugly, dark, dirty;
when it was honest. when it was the truth.
what i see is the promise of this world, and the people i love,
but what i also see is the vile injustice of a planet plagued
by greedy, opportunists, the superficial, fake, liars, violence, hate
and for so long i was able to look without feeling too much,
but i can’t anymore. i can no longer protect the people around me.
i can’t hide what i see. i can’t just silently look at them.
but how can i change the world now? what can i do?
my eyes are heavier everyday, it’s even hard to close them to sleep;
mind buzzing with every single observation…
what can i do, god? this is a curse i was born with,
i just want to make it into a blessing…
why gift someone with the ability to see,
when i have no platform to speak?
