The Thought Garden

I've been called impressionable, And perhaps I am to a point, But don't call me that as if it were a bad thing, I enjoy it, I take the best bits of people's personalities, The parts I treasure most, And connect them to my own, Shifting and building, Working my way towards becoming a person who's company I can enjoy, And, boy, have I made progress, I get along with myself so much better nowadays, Still, there's more work to be done, With me, you're never meeting the same girl twice, Because I'm just a Lego girl, Building my way up to collectible-worthy status.

Sometimes I think life would be so much simpler if I was normal , And then I remember that normal where I'm from means wearing ugg boots and visits to the tanning salon, And I shudder , And am instantly grateful that I am not normal :)

I suppose it's just fine to like someone for their good looks and charms, But I find their mind much more appealing , I'd rather fall for them over what their expressions  betray  and portray ,  I'd rather fall for the syrupy tones in their voice ,  I'd rather fall for the words they use as they try to explain their passions , I'd rather fall for the character .

I have a fascination with contradictions and contrasts, But it's human nature to look for mirrors in the day to day, Then there's the way I read too much into everything, Whether it be men or nature, Always building stories of possibilities and make believes, Because so few of us ever actually grow up completely anyway, Stuck in some weird in-between, Flashed with brilliant moments of mature thought and ridiculous reaction, Where we aren't young or old, Wise or naive, We just are, Until we cease-

I trace my fingertips over the layers of your personality, Trying to pick out genuineness, To tease it out of hiding with my gentle touch, To make you feel easy and calm, Because I want to get to know you, Not the ideas you hide behind, Or the cynicism you wear. I want to get to know you, With your true dreams and real hopes, The parts of you that come out when you can't be logical, When you can't control your emotions, Because no one can do that all the time, Because you shouldn't try to do that all the time. And yes, in the end we're all just imperfect creatures, Making a mess of things, And hurting each other time and again, But it's the hope that makes us human, The hope that makes us alive.

Sometimes I feel as if I am on the edge of something, With my mind so full of fuzzy static, [like that stuff you get on your tv screen when its not set to the right channel] Ready to explode into a million trillion pieces of energy, To disappear into oblivion, [On the very edge, the tip, the fringe] But I haven't quite decided yet, Whether or not thats a positive or negative, In this world of constantly shifting possibilities.

My mind is in a fog of restless contemplation, How do you live in the moment, And plan for the future, When all that you have learned so far, All the mistakes you've made, Prepared you for nothing, When every past experience was on a completely different road than the one you're traveling now, No precedence, No evidence, The great unknown...