Dare... Do Tell, What Do I Need?

I don't share! Hell, I don't play well with others either... I at times will run with scissors. If you don't want the truth do not ask me!!!! Yeah, I don't share...

If you ask me what do I need, be aware you just opened Pandora's box and that is a loaded question. I take pride on not needing anything. Although I suppose like any human being... I need quite a lot. Recently I was told, I am relatively simple with a complicated mind. Maybe? I don't know I am still trying to differentiate the two ... simple and complicated don't belong in the same sentence.

I want someone to read my mind. Know what I know... and what I silently have had to go through. Get past this wall... Go ahead tell me what I need!

Is there simple anymore? Doesn't everything have a set of complications? Isn't everyone's life complicated with some preset condition... because everyone is frick'n afraid of change. They are so set in what they created and are obligated to that they don't know how simple really works anymore? I'm exhausted...

Don't confuse my needs with my wants or what I truly miss...

I need... hhhmmm?? Air, sunshine, water, food... clothes, a roof over head...( my kids, my pets )... an income of sorts... accountability, responsibility... a belief system. Love??? of which kind? My health ...intimacy, sex...a functioning system that thrives on... a nonstressful environment, a body which sustains from nutrients? A clear mind that thinks rationally... I don't know go ahead tell me what do I need?

Although I believe we will never return to simple again because we have evolved into making everything so fucking complicated. Choices that were made at the time because it seemed liked the right thing to do... and now who is really paying the price? Emotionally and financially... its hell to be stuck in something you no longer want to be signed up for.

Ask me though what do I want? Although I may tear up because I am sure it no longer exist... I have seen no proof of existence. Loyalty, honesty, integrity, character, true intimacy... real, down to the bone, unconditional love.

Sadly, there has been no shortage on someone who hides behind a lie. If they can't be happy they might as well make money. If they can't be happy, find an addiction. If they can't be honest with themselves... cheat. If they can't find the correct words or terminology... make it up and blame it on someone else for their misery.

I don't get it? I just don't...

It's not a fantasy to want simplicity. Yes life deals us situations and by the choices we make ... it gets complicated.

I miss pillow talk and all the small laughter that erupts into enormous breath taking moments. I miss the reach over and pull you close maneuver. I miss that I love you from out of nowhere...I miss those eyes across the room that says I want you more than anything in this world... I miss those afternoon calls. I miss the small hand brushes till mine is in his... I miss the simplicity of dinner on the table at 6:00... I miss the hands that come up from behind me as I lean back into... I miss the goodnight kisses and the morning goodbye kisses. Simple... Life's perfect simplicity!

Nitty gritty... money and all that things that keep all situations complicated. Houses, insurance, pensions... bank accounts.

I give... keep it all. Go ahead tell me I am simple with a complicated mind. Maybe I never had the opportunity to share those kinds of needs, those wants...because I based my simple life on something else... the desires are all still there missing ______________.

Yeah, I don't share... I don't play well with others... and now you see why I run with scissors.

Is there simple anymore? Doesn't everything have a set of complications? Isn't everyone's life complicated with some preset condition... because everyone is frick'n afraid of change. They are so set in what they created and are obligated to that they don't know how simple really works anymore?

I'm exhausted...

Meet Me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie


















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