A DIFFERENT ONE

I like those people who know how to be present. That you know they are there even if sometimes they disappear. That make space in your time but without being intrusive. That maybe you haven’t heard them for quite a while but then they look you in the eye and know what you are not saying. That maybe you haven’t hugged them for quite a while but then they hug you and then you understand why they do and the others don’t. That the “I have nothing” know how to recognize them. Where you can’t make it with a smile they remind you of who you are. I like those people who, when you don’t want anyone around them, become silence. And they stay there and wait for the darkness around you to end. That go away but do not disappear. I like those people who in the chaos of being there act calmly and kindly. Who know you as you know yourself and absurdly, perhaps, even more so. I like those people that life sometimes gives you because in the end you deserve them. And that came like this, when you least expect it. For all the slaps you’ve taken. For all the crap you swallowed. Who do not know they are gifts. Who don’t know they’re special. Who do not want to save anyone but they do. They don’t want to be miracles but they are.




ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS

TAKE IT SLOW

WAIT FOR THEM TO ASK YOU WHO YOU KNOW

PLEASE DON’T MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVES

YOU DON’T KNOW THE HALF OF BEING ABUSED

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