2-21-16
There are lines everywhere,
Meant to "guide me".
But they're really just cheap yarn strings taped from wall to wall.

I spent so much time carefully crawling into every room, and not tearing the string loose,
Afraid that I was going to fuck up,
And stray outside your guidelines.

But as I started watching everything obsessively,
I understood.

Guidelines,
No,
Barriers,
Yes.

It's all superficial.
I can cross these lines with so much ease,
I can't believe I was tricked into thinking otherwise.

You don't actually give a shit what I do,
Just that you keep your lines in check,
That's all that matters,
You'll leave me behind if I'm too stubborn,
And I'm okay with that,
So fucking okay with that.

The thing is,
I can pull a lighter from my pocket and tear this all down-
Within seconds.
And that's the same amount of time it'd take to be free,
I remember thinking this,
Knowing that that put my world in my hands,
For the first time.

Moral of the story:
Don't take time making any room pretty for an artist to sidestep her way to your ideal standards,
Because artists create,
And we make things into something that works for us,
We don't take things as they are.
Looks like you wasted your time doing just that,
And I wasted mine worrying about strings of goddamn yarn.
- (m.m)

"I love people, and everyone has a story, much the way you do, and that fascinates me. I study people and life and I watch the world. I think you're awesome, and really fun, and I got you, and you're human, so I'm drawn to your light, which is odd because it makes me feel like I'm not human, like I'm an outsider, studying another species but that's also really fascinating..." that's a text I sent to my friend when she asked me why I'm so nice to her. Got off subject but I can't reword it yet, it's just ugh, im obsessed with this concept, I love it a lot. Pretty soon, I'll have better words for that though, I promise ;D

Thanks for reading! I love you guys so much and your feedback means the absolute world to me, so thank you (again).