Surface

through the eyes of thought you have to believe there is something more inside yourself than what you present to the ones around you on a day-to-day basis. 

i'm not really talking on a conscience level either, but maybe in an "under the surface" way.

last night i wrote this drunken haze poem, and it was not very long, but something in it struck me for whatever reason because it was something that i didn't think outwardly. didn't "project". to others, to myself, it was something below whatever surface hiding behind my breaking mind.

"all these times

shattered like a memory

rising through the mind like a morning haze

and we await the long sunset

where you have been you

and i have been me

next to the seashore

where you remembered 

all the times

that we never shared"

i wrote these  lines and i know what they meant. sort of, i know why i wrote them, and thinking that they were not about what they may look like they are about at first glance, and really the whole thing is really about myself. not anyone.

myself, and what i am doing wasting time. 

i don't know. i think, after last night, that there is so much we don't know about ourselves. about how we feel. about how we feel about others.

destinations.

dreams, aspirations, fears and regrets.

it's all just behind the surface of our minds. just waiting. 

it's all just hard to imagine, and because we can't express...