but why are you picking it all up on your own?

I want my feelings to feel the power of balance as the pace of this feet. The way gravity pulls the weight of this universe, you cannot fathom. It pulls but not too strong that it would suck you into the void & not too soft that it'll let you hang on the horizon. 

I want my feelings to dwell into the sea, reaching for the only depth that contains beauty. Falls into the weight of water, where hands have no control over. Swims free, further deep and far away from the noise of the cities.

I want my feelings to be piano keys, when mixed could be played into an instrumental that in turns would fix whats broken & heal whats needed. Where words will never have power over the rhythm, and tears that fall are nothing but of relief & released.

We all yearn for far more beautiful meanings & feelings although we know everything inside us are broken
--but it is pain that creates paintings and rain grows flowers, not lightning.
The dark sets you no fright but serenity, sometimes you wish the nights are longer and colder, because that is when you camouflage through the darkness thinking that it is your nature
--but you light up the most, that is how stars are made.

you pick up the pieces, stick them together again
"no harsh feelings" they said but you wonder why things are burned everytime apology is made
"its okay" you said but those words hurt yourself although they soothed them

you didn't realize the value of true forgiveness means a lot more. Mistakes could be repeated but then "sorry" would sound cheaper. It is important to understand that we all make mistakes but to what extend? because people grow tired too.

But even if I say all these things
We all still bend down to pick those pieces all over again.

now read the title again