UnexpectationsA Poem by Antonio Valentino
Unexpectations
The other day I awoke deep down at the botom of a puddle, looking up when a reflection of myself suddenly appeared and looked down at me, and laughed, and although I didn’t want to, I did too, I guess I really didn‘t have a choice in the matter.
And then, he just walked away, with a sad smirk.
Funny how, dreams and reality are really both on the same page, of our mind.
I guess it really just depends where you finally, draw the line.
Walking on tight ropes really isn’t all that risky after all is it?
There’s something comforting in a pitiful way, when you already know you’re going to, fall.
That’s my life, right there.
Just expecting to lose something, is losing it already, isn’t it?
How damn unfair it is to sanctify someone, and expect them to live up to our bullshit expectations.
Life isn’t a game of chess, where you are the king, hell I‘m not even a pawn, you just can’t over analyze it, but nevertheless, sometimes, that is just a curse we wear like a scar on our tainted mind.
God just to be genuine, with others, and with oneself again.
As if that’s little to ask for.
That’s the only way it was ever supposed to be.
I’m assuming I was authentic and absolute at one time, at least when I was a little bit younger but right now, my mind doesn’t care to pull those recorded documents of authenticity off the shelf, it would rather wallow like a hog in a big fat pothole of self pity.
I already knew that in the long run I wasn’t going to accept happiness anyway.
But I guess it had been so long, since I’ve had any, that I forgot what light tasted like.
And so I got used to the flavor again, and I savored it, wholeheartedly, probably knowing in the back of my mind, not to relish it too much, as you will just miss all that much more when its gone.
Its sad when realization does, finally catch up to you.
We think we can build invisible walls to cage in this unrealistic life, only to find out, the walls were invisible because they were never there to begin with.
You ever walk out on a bridge too far and realize that you will never make it if you continue?
So you take one last look, and think, if only, as you walk on back.
Funny how we talk ourselves into thinking that we can change, and handle things differently, when in the end, those damn spots just won’t wash off our skin so easily do they.
I was going to say that its not easy being a coward, but then I heard myself saying, wow that is something only a coward could say!
It is, easy being a coward.
It’s just not easy waking up with one everyday, looking back at you, in the mirror.
You ever hate, who you are?
Not much fun, is it?
God I hate fear.
And I fear hate.
Sometimes though, the fear alone of losing something you care for so very much, is just too much to bear.
What’s even scarier, is realizing that you never even had it, in the first place.
It’s true, the best things in life are, unexpected.
I guess because there never were, any expectations to begin with.
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5 Reviews Added on February 21, 2010 Last Updated on February 21, 2010 AuthorAntonio ValentinoCAAboutIf you don't see me around that much be happy for me.. I scribble the most when I'm sad. Thanks for helping me write less. Live Traffic Stats hope you enjoy the scrabblin :).. more..Writing
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