• 10:11 PM, Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Maybe if one day, I cease to be everything I can't will liberty truly settle.

Maybe this aching will dull and maybe happiness will be easier to catch.
Maybe everything I've been blinded to will rush me by and flood my senses, tingling.

Maybe I'll find it's not that difficult, not that frightening, not the Armageddon I've been expecting to mature into a better me, to face whatever everyone faces, to admit I've never been who I thought I was.

Maybe I'll be accepted with open arms.
Maybe the tears will finally leak of joy.

Maybe my self-conceit has taken me too far when brethrens have been right alongside.
Maybe, just for once, it's neither selfish nor fallacious to strive for me, myself.

Maybe it's a sin to have ignored what my soul has been throwing through the non-existent window.

Maybe it's all right to be confused and lost on the dwindling path of life.
Maybe it's all right to laugh out loud like a dumbass, a fool of the absolute kind.

And maybe it's time to reach out and kick up a riotous storm.