David Levithan

Days Like This

 

I hate days like this when the pounding in my chest is present

because that sign that I am alive

is also a sign of an ache

and those nights like these where I do not feel complete

but can not locate the exact thing making me feel this way

I am on the edge of reason

because as I cater to what is inside of my heart

I am left thoughtless

and what's worst than someone who doesn't use their brain?

 

 

Someone who abuses their heart when their mind isnt present.

 

 

The Floor

 

There's something that interests me about the floor

Everytime I look at it, I have the desire to lay on it whether it is hot or cold

because I feel a sense of security that it gives me

It's as if it understands all of my struggles

And so I think about all that its been through

walked over, stomped upon, forgotten, thrown up on, drenched with dirt & sweat, and under appreciated

It has traces and trails of the days that people have lived, no matter how much or how frequently it is cleansed

So as I sit there crying, grasping my chest for air, I praise the floor

Because it is the one thing that upholds me in the literal and physical sense

It upholds me no matter what

and to think of it

If I fall from the floor, its because it fell with me too.

 

 

Selflessness

 

Altruistic

Learning how to make sacrifices

One must have patience and will

With positive intentions

One mustn't intentionally harm thyself while providing for others

and striving for the contentment of others

One must know their boundaries

Because in picking someone else up, one mustn't throw thyself to the ground

 

Obscurity

 

Dissaray I once called it

​Now the beauty of those thoughts remain. 

They are self binding.

Well for me at least.

Fighting not being able to grasp how I feel.

Yet that is the most majestic part about it.