At A Moments Notice...

I’m convinced the world is crazy. Nothing in it or about it makes sense. And if you’re not here *motions hands to his eyes*, I guarantee you neither will this post.

People, their issues, their fears, their lives are all warped. Yes, warped. Both mine and yours. Let me get this right, why is it that we can’t get along?

Because I’m Black? Because I’m gay? Because...

You know what, I really don’t think its any of that…I just think you’re afraid of me. You’re afraid to get to know me, because you know that once you do, you’ll see that we’re not so different after-all. That the very things you secretly desire, I desire. That your fear of not fitting in, is also my fear.

No one cares nowadays. No one. Everyone is so caught up in their own world—that place where selfishness meets self-involved, and your problems the ones that keep you from communicating with me are not my problems, because yourproblems are sooo much bigger than mine.

I’m not just talking about you, I’m talking about me.

No one loves anymore. No one. Because they’re still pissed about the last time they tried and got hurt. It’s funny, people would rather hold onto the memory of pain, than the feeling of euphoria that preceded it.

No one gives anymore. No one. And if by some chance they do, they make sure they remind you every chance they get, “remember that one time when I…”

Oh God, sometimes I wish I could just stop this crazy ride and get off---because I really don’t want to deal with this shit anymore. I don’t want to deal with you and your shit, if you don’t even want to deal with it…

We got to keep this world together, got to keep it moving straight. Love like we mean forever, so that people can relate. If you're going to your left, don't forget I'm on the right. Trust and forgive each other; a little love and we just might…

I want to love you, I do.

And I can…

If only you would let me.