pointing and waving

I guess sometimes we get desensitized.

Our intuition, reflexes, reaction and common senses.

I hope. That through grace I can put more effort, to create an environment where I am not poor of time, money or love. To be able to provide.

That through grace, perhaps you can see the littler things, simpler, and positive things that have been done, or changed to garner love. To embrace and cherish.

The dynamics. The heat. The disparity. And despair.

The air is cold and misted with the heat from the air I breathe. I am struggling to understand, cope and conclude as to how or why a human being can be such.

Such that it makes no practical, logical sense. I feel that growing up and facing a reality is a necessity, rite of passage and a norm in helping us, adjust, maximize and increase the ability and efficiency in which we do things.

I hold on to cold hands keeping them warm, you just simply smile.

Has it come to be too much to ask for someone to reason, to think. That they are so lazy to help. Physically or mentally. Are we just mild creatures whom are just without self-actualization. Don’t we aspire to be great and do great things. For us, our people and selves. 

I look into your eyes searching for reason and a scholar. Someone whom will help me in this physical and mental battle. Someone I can get counselling and wisdom from. Share that of my own and learn and teach. But I fear.

Please come. Bear in mind and think. Ponder even; about the relative consequence of not thinking ahead, facing the issue and tackling it. So long have I run from the things that haunt me.

Now I’m beginning to face the demons, I look around and I face them alone. Your demons are no different from mine. So why do we not stand united.

Alas, I am lost. For words for oxygen and time. If we do not board the 1:15 it will not wait. It will not care. And it will not come back. For neither you or I. I need you to learn, read and understand the map of where we need to be and where we need to go should either of us get lost. But you seem not to care for knowledge or learning at all.

And should I lose you in the storm. Is that my fault?

As time continues to trundle forward. It appears that you have other plans than to board together, to band together and to bolster each other. Your path seems to deviate and want to walk alone. Which is where the apparition of confusion appears before me.

Going forward it seems that you actually want to do without, despite my resilience and unquestionable yearn to make this work. What I have given up. And am willing to do just to make it up to you.

If there seems to be any thought left I hope you can hear the echo which is my wish that you can see that we can no longer drag our feed in the snow. But to pick up our cases and run. You with me, I with you.