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The slow tingling sensation going over all of my body
It starts deep within in my chest
And like a scream,
it shouts out escaping what seems to never want to let go
I lie, daily to myself saying: "you're happy"
but in reality I don't know
I know I should be,
I have the most wonderful family,
a roof and food daily but yet...
why is there this deep uncanny pressure hole,
This black hole which never seems to go way,
it goes away for a while
but it comes back bringing all these lies and
I'm sincerely tired of it
tired of telling myself I'm unhappy when in reality
that's what happiness is
The problem is not unhappiness or happiness
The problem is always ending up in the same situation.

We will always be taught, 
but will we ever learn?

'manos

Saw you sitting by yourself at lunch once
and it took that one time to acknowledge you
you were alone, quiet,
yet you were full of energy,
felt that if anyone approached you,
you would burst out talking about a hundred topics all at once
you weren't the type to be quiet,
because you don't like sharing or being social
you just hadn't been approached
Maybe for a reason,
Maybe because no one else is really interested in listening
And being polite, saying hi,
would be enough of an invite for you to speak non-stop
but that wasn't what attracted me toward you
it was how quick I was able to look into you,
inside you, through you
you were so easy to read,
I wondered why you were an open book,
waiting to be picked up and looked at
I noticed this, and feared, for it was too easy,
yet a difficult task
I turned away and continued my daily routine
but then life turned you to me,
unavoidable,
no longer able to turn away
we started talking little by little,
I was being pulled toward you once again
and the picture of you at that table eating alone kept coming
I saw your skin, your eyes, your hands,
saw the heartbeat on your wrist...thud...thud
I thought you were suppose to learn something from me,
but instead I did from you
I've had years of practice in solitude,
not letting anyone get too close
being alone,
and doing things myself
and relying on no one,
being happy with myself
thought about being with people,
being an open book was risky and childish
yet you had a complete different idea,
You are an open book,
a glass,
showing yourself to all no matter what the outcome is
being friendly,
having a smile no matter how they treat you
You taught me true bravery
treat everybody with kindness
no matter who, how or where they are
without even trying, you taught me how to be free spirited or
maybe I knew all along and you were that last push I needed
I realize that what I've said my whole life:
"Don't care about what others think, you do your own thing, the truth will always come out"
is something to truly live by, and I hadn't been doing so
I'm an open book, transparent,  no fear of what others might find, for I know who I am