To live a life
such as yours...
I wonder how you view the world as you are
not just as an artist or an 'idol'
but as an individual who's recognized by many people around the world...
how deep your love must be for the kindred souls you share your journey with —your members —your family & people
How much tears were shed in desperation of your goals,
How many times you had to keep running,
just trying to catch up to the world...
breaking your body and heart in the process of it
thinking about it, I could cry...
your pain
your scars
and your love
and your lessons you've learned
how immense it must be...
we humans have such a limited time here in this world
I wonder if you knew just how much your presence alone has helped lost souls in the world find attachment, hope once more...
you endure
you try
I wonder just how similar we are...
Of course I myself am not an 'idol' or a person in such a position
yet at the same time
I find myself wondering how you manage through your days....
your years...
how many times do you battle the thoughts in your head?
How many times have you felt yourself slipping?
How many times have you lost yourself and struggled to find yourself again?
How many times have you broke yourself because of the pressure and expectations of the world?
How many times do you cry out for help and in gratitude at the same time?
How free do you feel as you express yourself through your craft wholeheartedly?...
Have you ever felt the presence of peace?
Can you feel all the eyes watching you? And do you fear them as well as cherish them?
I guess I'll never know what it is for you
but I'm glad you exist nonetheless
making the world just a bit brighter for others —just by being you.
In many ways though, I feel we are the same...
We all are capable of love
we have the capacity to hope
and the hope to break and rebuild ourselves anew, never constantly remaining stagnant.
Ever-changing...
They are things we can give and receive all the same in our own unique and different ways.
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freewrites; notes of the present
Poetryas the title suggests, some notes of the present me. disclaimer: long titles, perhaps some uncomfy issues, interpret as you will. [ cover photo ain't mine, got it from pinterest ]
