Existence

Finding the reasons to live.

Observing the imperfections of his life
His destructive thoughts cause tornadoes which lead him to emotional turmoil
His inadequacies are his heartbeat, 
A constant reminder as to why he will never be great
His mind, 
Like the flow of a river
Meanders through darkness, 
In the hopes of reaching the seas of inner peace.

He enjoys the silence
The silence which listens
The silence which does not seek perfection,
But originality
The silence which does not crave understanding,
But admiration
The silence which for once,
Desires his presence.

Others fear to touch his skin,
Others fear to listen to the words he speaks,
The words which dance in the wind
Is he non-existent
Or does he only exist in the reflection of his own?

Author's Note

I would appreciate your honest reviews

Reviews

[Carolyn Jean]

I love the silence. I feel like I recognize this person you describe, maybe a person that everyone has inside of them at one point or another.

[BLACKBEARD]

that is the image i had in mind. thanks for your reveiw