The Conversation

He said to me, "Picasso breathe between the words."

To which I replied "No I need to be heard....I need to know that my voice matters."

"It does!" he said

"To who?"

Silence.

"Exactly, no one hears me, no one listens, so i might as well shout at the walls!"
Slowly he responded, "that's not true..."

"Then prove it! I hate to be a nuisance but the pain in my heart is deeply rooted..."

"Hold up kid, don't let your house fall, you're bigger than the pain, come on stand tall!"

I looked at him and said, "do you know the problem with Jenga?"

"No," he replied.

"If you remove the wrong block, it all comes crashing down...I'm Jenga, my block has been removed. Now I'm crashing down into a world of despair, All because the people I needed to, just would'nt hear."

Thats just how I feel, he called me Picasso but I'm no Picasso. I'm just a man who paints
images with words because sincerely...I need to be heard. So if you won't hear my voice
maybe you'll read my pictures and get the picture. I'm done shouting at lights and walls,
the wrong block was removed so now lets watch as it all falls...


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for how long?

For how long do I occupy your thoughts?
For how long am I the center of attention in your world?
For how long am i gonna be the reason you smile?
Now maybe all these questions are born from the insecurities that lie nestled inside my mind but they're honest...
they come from the very core of me...
a difficult and complex man I am...
I do my best to keep smiles decorating your face but my hungry mind has an insatiable appetite for knowledge
I just wanna know, no I just gotta know if you see this thing being forever or am I just a temporary high?
In this complex mind of mine I see things differently
from my side it appears the twinkle in your eye dimmed and the fire in your heart has died, but it could just be a product of my overactive over indulging nuisance of a brain over reaching again stretching...
just trying to know what passes through that pretty little head of yours
I don't wanna be a bother or a worry so the solution is simple:
I'll live in premortem solace not bothering you or anyone with my stupid meddling brain..goodbye