A Family Affair

 Hi. 

Should I introduce myself?

Should I describe how I look? What songs I like, my favorite books?

Should I just keep going? Keep me trying to look for The One? All it seems to me is that I only write what I really know. 

Falling in Love is where e erroneous wants to be. That phase of euphoric wonder keeps me occupied. I’ll say something better when it comes to my mind. When I wait to write them, they get lost over time. 

But when I’m in the middle of the break up and the night, I lose all respect for me and shed the skin of lonely fights. 

Why am I fighting? Why does she hate the things she used to adore?

Why am I here? What if I can’t take anymore?

Do my words help? Do you take an inner strength? Is there a kinship knowing others have gone the extra length?

Am I too selfish? Or am I just too naive?

Am I just helpless? Do you find humor watching someone else also grieve?

Have I ever met you? Might you find me quite a bore? Is this casual reading or something too big to ignore?

If I ever stopped adding to it would you email? Has this already served its purpose? Would you ever for me post bail?

Am I doomed to wonder things that I won’t understand? Should I quit dreaming there’s someplace for me in someone’s band?

If I quit writing, I know this world would still turn. 

Am I that kid that Sly says everyone just loves to burn?

blood is thicker than the mud it’s a fam-lee faaaiiiiiiir . . .

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