True Love will Find you in the End.

Today I watched the Science of Sleep. I've seen it before but for some reason today it resonated with more than ever. It reminded me of my childhood and made me think of love and love lost. It wouldn't be an exaggeration saying that I've loved the way he has; in perpetual dreams of hopeless romanticism. Always wondering if reciprocated feelings are what lie within each of those moments of laughter and mutual respect. Always considering myself so cheap and unimportant, so easily dismissed without hesitation. Lost in the romantic notions of one not unlike the cowardly lion. I've lost love this way and with similar unconscious strategy kept others at bay. Well, long story short it inspired the following. The whole time having my entire life in mind...from kindergarten to college.

True Love will find you in the End.

True love will find you in the end is an honest lie. People will give this to you like a pat on the back, so small and cheap a gesture. Sometimes you can hear the words roll off the rooftops of tall buildings with each gust of wind, you look up and try to catch them with a smile but they become the chatter of your surroundings. They eventually drench your coat like heavy rain. Now, you are walking with the weight of people's stares. There was wonder in each syllable and nostalgia in the punctuation. I never run to get dry, I wear the death I caught like a dunce cap. I hope somehow I'll earn my chance to remove it from my head. I forget to pull my face away from the corner and listen in on the rest of the class. I thought i was brave but someone braver chose to tell me the sky was orange and the smiles of others weren't diamonds but skittles in how easily they're manufactured and how they're sold to all. Now, as i try to see what I saw when I was young, I can only see how diamonds are used to cut through the toughest materials in the world. that can go either way but I'm left in between. Again, wondering why I have and what it is I've seen.