to whom it may concern,
sometimes I like to write poems I have over 50 of them scattered around my brain and belongings and I will share as I wish through this new thing that I solely control. here's a thin appetizer of my "work":
You talk through art so a selected number of people understand you
You communicate through words so people can try to read you
You speak so people can understand and respond to you
this version is slightly different from the original, if I may say so. although it's nonetheless a reflection of where I'm headed. tho this really makes as much sense as my word choice :/ on the other hand:
I am complex
You can't vulgarise me
Or summarize me
You have to live by me and yet you will only get a glimpse of who I am
You will not know then
and Neither do I now
I'm not meant to be good nor bad
I am meant to be stubborn and petty
but also charming and pretty
All those words describe me and so much more but even so that is not me
'Cause I can't be detailed by the weak strength of ineffective terms
Because even at my full potential I do not know who I am
Because I am changing constantly and unpredictably
and Even when I'm not changing or evolving, I am
So be my guest try even so you'll never be right nor wrong
but Only because words tend to lack the meaning and depth that life contains
That's why we say let me live my life and not let me live by the life
You can live by my words tho
but My life is a past experience that I can't impose onto yours
Florian. B
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