it's all that matters, pretty, pretty

But wait: this is not the person you are.
You're the kind of person who
sits in dark theaters crying at the collarbones
that curve across the dancers' chests,
at the proof of a perfection they represent;
a person who goes out walking in a four-day drizzle,
sees a pot of geraniums and is seized, overcome
by how they can bring so much (what else
can you call it?) joy. You love the world,
are sure, at least, that you have. But be truthful:
you only love freely things that have nothing
to do with you. You're like a matchstick house:
intricately constructed but flimsy and hollow inside.
You're a house in love with the trees beside you -
able to look at them all day, aware of how faithful they are -
but unable to forgive that they'd lie down
leaving you exposed and alone in a large enough storm.
--jenn habel

i've spent all my attention on the world and it's distractions i've no time for reflection i just go go go it's just go go go ... i've got all these good intentions we all wish for more, more hours in a day but i think it's safe to say we just need to breathe in and slow down slow down, slow down slow down and ask yourself right now slow down slow down, where are you taking yourself now i just wanna be happy but i just cant quench my thirst always need something.maybe i should breathe and just slow it down slow down and ask myself now ...