I forgive you
for all of your trespasses
and for those I forced you to embrace;
within my responsibility, I forgive you

My door is open
I am not afraid to put these words down
while alone with the space wide open
My past is only a habit with memories
emotionally circular

I know that I am matter
stardust
pixydust
my emotions
faerie

People think too big
trying to create one-world
one set of rules, one etiquette and responsibility…
I try to create my own world
common sense rules, fluid void of the judge
music
god
there to exist, giving in order to exist
improving with everything it is given

so I forgive you
so I understand you
glasses are not necessarily rose but a vibrant color nonetheless

as a five year old
walking to school at twelve
abused from every direction at sixteen
left with a bastard at twenty-one
forgotten by forty
paranoid with no memory at seventy,
I say goodnight to you more now
smile then keep walking my pilgrimage
because I forgive you

 

 

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(written on typewriter)