sweetly awkward
We keep crossing paths, move in circles. You are interior, easily overwhelmed, sensitive, one who is socially awkward but equally needs to be out in the world. Cute, so cute, and so individually contained. Couldn’t be anything else but… a sovereign landscape.
Quietly inviting exploration.
With little known and conversation so basic, inferior to the real words shared silently.
Who are you? Who are you really? I know you. What is this pretence we perform? It is all the feelings of anticipation.
You feel like my people. Someone I want to know. Someone I want to discover.
I find you at the back, in corners, or close to the doorway, out on the street, in the dark. You dance, you drum, to the beat of your own. And yet, so ironically timid, so brave, so beautifully sovereign, and so electric.
So sweetly awkward, I wonder what it’s like to unravel you, to see you shed, raw and free, to bring you some peace and a little escape from this world.
I wonder.