My brain vomits on the paper. I sift through the gush and carefully select the 500 words you requested. I know what I want to convey, but is that what you see?
I wonder, am I the only one that always loses the staring contest with the truth. Is it normal to think the mirror can stray, tweaking what you see?
I know they monopolized your references and gave you a list of what's acceptable. But can you form your own library and change the way you interpret what you see?
I gather up all of my trophies and assemble them before me in a reassuring pile. Do these captured moments of glory really weigh the same as what you see?
I wish you knew my hesitance comes not from a lack of interest, but from a lack of nerve. Will you redirect my gaze- challenge me when I look away and question what you see?
You know that good listening requires much more than ears. Sight won't be any less demanding. Nothing will happen until you too can say you love what you see.
