marz

i long. and i yearn. and i feel like i'm missing out. then i see other relationships and i WANT to miss out.

it's amateur and more of a poem if anything. i talked about how when people would ask me what my favorite color is, i would always say pink, because the truth was difficult to explain, and rarely was it understood. because i didn't have a favorite color. i liked all of them, because they all represented different thoughts and feelings to me. it's rather contrarian, which is why this line of thinking was never voiced aloud. but i've always wanted someone to try a little harder. dig a little deeper. to not just accept "pink" as my answer, but look into the "why" behind it.

there are so many things that i, and other people do, on a day to day basis that may not make sense to outsiders. but the only obstacle to mutual understanding is our hesitancy and unwillingness to stop and ask why. and what i want, more than i want anything else in the world, is for someone to see what i do and think, "what does it mean?"

to see me not as another stage piece in the scheme of their life, but a being with a heart. with a mind.

that's the song.