Thread for the Invisibles

"Tip of the South,
toe of the North,
a little of either,
and neither of both."

-Ogden Nash
(on Baltimore)


i love that, being from baltimore
There is, of course, the remote possibility that you could be from County Cork— thus making you a Bawlamoron twice over! ;)

It's a day for yellow underwear. Not the sunny kind of yellow, or yellow that has been salted with any sort of pep.
Just, the kind of dolefully flat yellow your mind would conjure if someone was describing a kitchen where the decorator had decided they wanted yellow, but not really. Cop out yellow. The kind where you couldn't say it wasn't yellow but you couldn't really say it was, either.
That color underwear. The color that says, "I'm in shock at my verticality."
Yellow as pale as indecision. It's been poured out all over the place.

Could we call that mellow yellow? Regretfully (and, unfortunately), from your description it sounds so objectionably bland as to be provocative.:)


 
I wasn't looking for love, I didn't want it. Funny how love doesn't listen.
 
I think we keep examining different parts of each other under our microscopes. And we think we're getting away with the stuff that's not being looked at. But we probably aren't.
Makes me laugh.
 
I'm not sure who taught you how to talk to a person. I'm not sure who taught you how to interact with someone else. I'm not sure who taught you how to care.

You give me attention, love, and company one day while the other you ignore me completely.

What have I done to you that makes you not respond? What have I done to you that keeps you from acknowledging that I exist? What have I done to alienate you to the point of silence?

I thought you were my friend....but clearly you are a ghost.
 
Sometimes you think you find someone. And you pour your expectations into them, filling them with your idealization so that you don’t have to see how not-me they are. And you’re willing to take it, to keep trying to make them what they aren’t, because although you know in your head that they aren’t you, will never be you, you keep hoping that someday, someway, someone will be, but you’ve given up hope so you find the closest thing you can and try and make it work, and you think that it will be enough, but it never is. And then people tell you that this doesn’t exist, that there are no people like you out there, that all you can do is settle for the best and hope that somehow you can make it be enough, and little by little your heart breaks and your soul dries up and turns to dust, which the wind carries away from your hands and your heart bleeds for all the dreams left unfulfilled…..
 
Sometimes you think you find someone. And you pour your expectations into them, filling them with your idealization so that you don’t have to see how not-me they are. And you’re willing to take it, to keep trying to make them what they aren’t, because although you know in your head that they aren’t you, will never be you, you keep hoping that someday, someway, someone will be, but you’ve given up hope so you find the closest thing you can and try and make it work, and you think that it will be enough, but it never is. And then people tell you that this doesn’t exist, that there are no people like you out there, that all you can do is settle for the best and hope that somehow you can make it be enough, and little by little your heart breaks and your soul dries up and turns to dust, which the wind carries away from your hands and your heart bleeds for all the dreams left unfulfilled…..

* Hugs * :rose:

Wonderful words, yet so sad...
 
Miss. Horse.
Want.


Perspective, perspective. It may change everything- or nothing at all. For how can you figgur your perspective if you've forgotten what your goal is for seeing in the first place?
My seeing is lost just now.
 
Miss. Horse.
Want.


Perspective, perspective. It may change everything- or nothing at all. For how can you figgur your perspective if you've forgotten what your goal is for seeing in the first place?
My seeing is lost just now.

If you focus too much on what you are supposed to see, you miss the guy in the gorilla suit.
Sometimes you just have to remember to relax and let it happen. Let go.
The universe is unfolding no doubt as it should. :rose:
 
If you focus too much on what you are supposed to see, you miss the guy in the gorilla suit.
Sometimes you just have to remember to relax and let it happen. Let go.
The universe is unfolding no doubt as it should. :rose:

Oh shit! I wasn't supposed to do that was I? Ah well...fuck it.
 
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