AV Hundley I Impped

You think I’m somewhere else. You think you’re standing alone on your balcony of emotion watching me pace the street below unmotivated to find my way upstairs. You think you’re the watered plant, and I’m the seed that gets ample water, yet doesn’t grow. It’s pretty hard to speak into a booming speaker. It’s pretty hard when it seems as if my small special pebbles barely echo in your color cluttered room of emotion and self when I throw them. However you see it, I see you as well. I see you when I wake up, in my mind. Small reminders of you everywhere I turn. You think that’s a coincidence? I share bits of my hidden personality on purpose so you can’t say I’m stingy with myself. I’ll reveal more in time. It’s no game, but think of it as a jawbreaker. You get a taste for various layers of my being until you reach the core. Some very different from others. I feel like you know me, but then I don’t when I know my mind takes over and you fail to see my reason or direction. But what you keep stressing has been there for a long time and I make sure nothing destroys it. You’re all over my walls, and my heart is in my room. These walls enclose my room, so the door opens to my heart. Where does that leave you?

I’m usually the type to just blow things off. When the bad settles in I shake it. I am able to press the stop button on the event and everything that comes with it, but why do some things seem to be on repeat? Possibly because these arrows were precise in their aim. You really got to me and that is crazy to know. It doesn’t always take the general persons perception of a mean thing to say to be mean. Now I have an altered perception of myself, and not even through my own eyes. Is that what is seen? I think you came stronger than the force of my original statements. I’m sorry if what I said passed through your mind this way. So this is the reaction to my action? The tit for my tat? Hopefully I can blow this one away like all that has come and gone.