the one that is friendly and talented, but somehow is unable to be fully there, unable to fully connect with the people or places around him
the awesome in absentia, who shows promise, potential to be cool, but who remains outside of his own life...alienated and alienating
(Stuff was here; now it is not)
i do wonder that so much of social interaction is an empty dance through weekend evenings, where secrets are revealed, gossip exchanged, opinions parried about. that so few really think about or reflect on these dances, so few contemplate the steps as they're made. much less realize the consequences. much less recognize the dancers, the people standing or sitting all around us. the broken beauty of almost-being ourselves. i wonder that we humans spend so much time pretending to be not-fragile when we are incredibly delicate. that harsh words can cut so deep. that i haven't learned yet when to hold myself in. and when to let go.
I cannot let go.
I'm a liar; I let you in.
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