People look at you like, are you meant to be here? are you not part of another piece of cloth that's wrongly sewn to?
I'd like to make a claim. From the beginning of my time, living with other beings alongside me - I have always maintained that if i do good - that if i do the universe a continuous state of favors - i would be eventually rewarded.
But life never works that way. I should know damn well it doesn't work that way. Sometimes, i wonder if it is worth sparing my kindness at all? should i reverse my nature and be damning to the end of my days?
This will seem off colour but i always believed that my loneliness is due to my ever lasting kindness. Why do i have to change my color just to be part of a whole color? why does it always have to be all orange, sir blanket?
Sometimes showing you care really furthers the gap between you and the other.
I will not change my nature. I know what is right. Dad always believed in me. I will always stand by the right to care, to love and to cherish no matter how lonely it will make me.
i am alright being lonely, with my thoughts of dad. because kindness is something that can't be bought, so is love. It's a giveaway.
Enjoy my new poem below.
The travelling leaf
Sometimes,
life is as a leaf,
the sea you journey,
is forced,
by the caressing wind,
and the anger,
of thunder,
Sometimes,
A vertical march of rain
droplets,
Will crash your sea-pathway,
And your footpaths
before go astray,
Sometimes,
Roars of thunder,
Sends tremor to the –
Road you call the ocean
–
The map of your
destination,
Sometimes,
the glorious sun,
will heed your cries,
and show mercy,
and breath life to
your,
shinning green face,
Sometimes,
you recall your tree,
whom you left,
to sail the winds,
and travel across,
oceans never crossed,
sometimes,
you know,
green are all leaf’s
colors,
someday,
you know,
dark are all leaf’s
colors,
sometimes,
you wonder,
if beneath the ocean,
is your stay,
someday,
you wonder,
if the tree you parted,
would show,
the road behind to
return,
At all times,
You know,
You will brave the
sea-steps,
At all times,
You know,
the crash of winds,
will not wither,
your body,
At all times,
You know,
Home is behind,
And the world,
Ahead.
