There's this person I love, who is not a hypothetical figure or a convoluted metaphor but a living, breathing human being that I care for in real life, and I can count on my fingers how many times they've told me anything about their childhood.
But sometimes they give me advice, and this is what they say:
"You can't make anyone love you the way you need them to."
"It's what you don't see coming that kills you."
"Sometimes people only say "yes" because they don't know that "no" is an option."
"Feeling bad is a choice. If you're sad, just turn that off. Choose to feel something else."
"The law doesn't do shit when people just ignore it. Some people just dig their heels on and let the world spin around them, and that's how they get away with it."
And I don't agree with all the advice they give, but it paints the white around a black silhouette, doesn't it?
Every piece is like the shadow cast by something that isn't there.
Therre's a lot they'll probably never tell me, but the more they don't explain, the clearer the outline becomes.
If you only paint around a thing, and really get the details in, you might as well just blurt it out
I've been let down by those I love.
I'm always watching for danger, especially where there seems to be none.
My life has revolved around putting other's desires above my own.
I don't know how to be sad and alive at the same time.
I've been hurt by people who never faced justice.
If you only hear what's spoken, and only read the words on the page, and only appreciate an image for what's drawn, you miss out on half of everything you encounter.
And I feel like that's something we're losing our grip on