Repose

[Public, after visiting the rec center.]

I was curious and curious and curious about why people never said things the clear way. Why not say what you feel? Why not just be honest? Why lies and secrets and pretty dances? And I've realized that it's just that no one wants to be disliked, and so they twist and turn and tie themselves in knots saying things they think are the right thing, instead of saying the things that are true. But, why? Why, why, why, when then people get to know someone who isn't you at all? Why offer flawless when you're not, or do you believe you are? And I think that too now. That some people can convince themselves, and the truth is you'll never, ever know anyone else unless you know their truth, and you'll never know their truth if you don't stop and listen and stop wording your defenses before they're even done telling you how they feel.

And, another thing, tarnish is beautiful. Shadows are beautiful. Divots and cracks and shattered things are beautiful. No one really wants the perfect thing. Perfect things are like dull surfaces and not real at all. Real is always better.

The end.