She just need some time- some time to think and contemplate. It’s easy to “be” and in certain situations, contemplation has a place. But, here…now- She thinks it’s time to withdraw; just a little more.
The fear of being alone is that of the fear of sharing herself entirely. Alone she knows there’s no hope that someone could understand her, and yet- it’s better than giving herself to him. Selfish? Yes…
She lives in a dream. You’re right, she lives in a dream, but she is a dream. You’re right, you don’t deserve her. You should feel guilty, corrupting those pure of heart like her. What gives you the right to corrupt a dream? Who has given you permission? None. You. Are. Not. Worthy. To caress her; to hold, to cherish. Those that weigh guilt in their heart with good intentions of none corruptions are those that have guilt to hold, balance and embrace. You. Are. Not. Worthy. Those, knowing and embracing they are not of good intentions may grasp a dream.
You’ve always been right, don’t you know? She’s untouchable to you, merely because you refuse her graces. Blinded by a selfish perception. You. Are. Not. Worthy. How dare you! How dare you shield her from yourself; how dare you contain her in your own web- a web you think will hold her without harm. A web showing her only what you will; enviably blinding her from the hurt you will cause why she struggles.
You can’t hold a dream. You should feel guilty. This is why, don’t you know? She never will give herself. Step out of light and fade, step into light and shine, but to linger upon the verge, enveloped in shadow and light is betrayal. Intrigued at first she may be, but soon she’ll grow tired of the shadows that reflect in eyes lit by shifting light.
I must say, you’re right- she needs some time to contemplate. Dwelling on a dream is fevering, while a dream dwelling is dangerous. You see.. She’s not like other’s- you do realize that, don’t you? Can’t you see she has so much to give to those she chooses. Cast away your guilt, this drawn line. You may shield her, cover and envelope her- enchanted she’ll stay for only so long until she realizes. You. Are. Not. Worthy. She’s different, don’t you know? There’s a warmth in her that glows for only those SHE deems worthy. How dare you declare your unworthiness.
Prove it. Live it. A fire, though vibrant will warm all who come within reach. But, the embers, more secluded, will warm only those brave enough to reach them. You’re perception is selfish, this is why she disappears, this is why she keeps secrets- this is why. You. Are. Not. Worthy. Reach for the fire and burn.
I’d hate to say it, but I can see her- curled and contemplative. She’s trying to see what you hide. She believes… there’s no one like her to understand, no one to cherish the way only she can. Prove her wrong; she see’s a flicker, a potential in you like no other. But, it retreats and still, she lingers for hope of your worthiness. Unlikely she’ll stay long, soon she’ll banish you, like all the rest.
It’s hard to tell you, in her silken words that she envisions something no one else has seen of you. But, in whispers she knows… in these dark whispers that haunt her- she knows. It could all be fake.
The fear of being alone is less than that of sharing herself entirely.
Don’t you see? A dream lives in your heart- a dream is like no other. A dream gives herself once- entirely with no regrets. You should be guilty- you should be afraid. Fear what is beautiful, but do not hide from beauty when she beseeches your attentions.
Simple, and complicated- speak of her insanity; she’ll laugh. She knows she’s different, and brilliance is often misplaced. It hurts, her- don’t you know? That you think so lowly of her, to place such a dream in an indefinable place. Dreams are indefinable themselves, therefore- need definition to feel alive; guided and embraced. That’s why dreams live in hearts. A heart is one with a dream because it defines where dreams may lay.
But, society- faces you’ll never remember; they create guide lines- they tell you what you’re suppose to feel. Things like this have no definition. It’s not love- there’s no word… dreams are the beginning of life. Each one dreams, each one lives. She’s a dream; she could be the beginning of your life. But you see, your perception is selfish. She’s selfish- you’re selfish. How dare you! In your path to avoid pain you cause damage.
You wish to be but a fleeting memory- so be it. But memories aren’t remembered in the presents of the future. No matter how bright memories are they hold no light to future brilliance. So, unworthy you are- what do you expect from a dream like her.
She’s indefinable because you entreat yourself with what you believe is right. She can’t blame you, but I can. You’re unworthy.. Don’t you know? |
Submission Name: You are Unworthy
