I've tried and still am stuck. Everyone is a part of the movement, and here I am..stuck in the same place where I fell. I've fallen without a purpose. With dirt in my mouth and a body bruised and scraped, I fell. With a thought of falling into something a bit more receiving, I fell. Gracelessly and ever so bound by gravity, I fell. How I terribly want to meet you. How terribly I hate to be this man. To be so paperthin. Yearning for your feeling. A touch unknown to me. Unknown to me because I never got to meet you. I never got to hear your voice, to have your arms around me, to feel like I'm loved by you. Would you like my honesty? Would like to see me? Would you like to be near me? Would you like to save me? I haven't felt who you are yet. I haven't been touched like the others. I haven't even heard your name from your own lips. All I know is everything about you and I haven't even heard you. How or where do I find you? How do we really know that YOU, the man whom I have yet to hear anyone say they have met, are who they say you are. No one knows if what they are doing is right. Like sheep, we could all be walking up a path, with no tangible clue to what you really are. Beyond us, for sure you are. Then why is is that we are so blind. We are only believing what those before us believed, not even stopping at that, but to go as far as to alter what we've heard. To fit our own molds of ourselves. And let our reality become our torch. What torch burns without a fire? Without flames of a natural element. Flames coming from the source of all we can and will never imagine. How frustrating it is to be fed words handed down and then forcefully rammed suffocatingly into our beings. But then we are all naive. Naive to whatever it is you are. Whatever it is you want us to be. Naive to how incorrect we are. It is a wound in our sides to believe in words mistaken to be profound.
I'm not at all close to where the said's holiness lies. I am ignorant, arrogant, and stubborn and need to see your lips speak those words into my ears. I need something greater than my fathomed thought of depth and, as you know about my nature, am perfect at running from the truth. I beg of you to help me walk the path that you have set down just for me. This prayer is from a sinner who doesn't believe you can hear me anymore. What more can I do? |
Submission Name: To Be So Paperthin(for the Man I have yet to meet)
