I’ve often wondered why it is so hard for me to keep a friendship in my pocket.
Why I lose people faster than I lose pennies, nickels and dimes.
Why it was so expensive to invest in people, and cheaper to simply see them temporarily and steal them as a memory.
The truth is, I feel closer to those with a few demons in them
And it feels a bit easier to talk to you, when I know that your soul has been dipped in a tar pit.
The ones who wear their imperfections like it is the foundation of their swagger.
Lately, I have come across those who appear to be blemish free, and my rough skin ruins their imagery. I can’t quite keep up with the energy it takes to make everyone else happy…and the price I’ve paid is a single seat in an empty auditorium where this show called “life” plays on, and people have chosen to be on the outside looking in.
It’s a lonely one, but the show must go on..