It's here, in the mid of night when all else is quieted by darkness, that I find who I am. My body is calmed by a tired angst, leaving my mind to explore the bounds of a restless apprehension by which I find no other escape than words.
Mere words to you; an art, an expression of one's soul, to me. I do not expect you to understand any more than I would a deaf person to hear. But this once, I will call upon the deaf ear to listen, the blind eye to see; see who I am and strive to comprehend. To view as through a magnifying lens, a microscope that takes you deep beyond the surface of me.
I will only ask this of you once and I will not beg. I just genuinely desire you to know who I am. And then I will return; invisible to your hurried rush of chaos. I will not seek your attention otherwise unless you so willingly ask it of me. And I long to do like wise.
Meet me here in this junction of brokenness, this moment of honest vulnerability. I am ready.
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