Writings Needn't Make Sense.

I wouldn’t beg you have a heart.. I wouldn't ask you to share the same joy they seem to sing. But don’t pretend in your darling way, to hold such magic in your steps. Don’t pretend you feel the breeze whistling through the boughs. Don’t pretend the sunshine make your dizzy smile to be dizzier still. Splendid realization of life is not a pre-requisite to a making of a life. Just don’t play a farce for something you can only pretend to understand. I walk on the gravel paths, because they crunch beneath my feet. I take the longer way, to let the blue sky make amber my thoughts. I give my eyes a smile to meet the smiles in expressions of the same. But if you don’t… please don’t. If you can’t feel a Robin as she sings up in the sky, don’t hum as if you knew her song. The mountains send my brains a flutter in thoughts of grand possibilities. But if to you they melt into a cloudy sky that speaks only of how the temperatures may drop, please don’t gaze hence and pretend you see it too. Your dreary reality I’d much rather face, than my dreams insincerely spoken from your lips.