Heart in Twilight

I once was able to see the world in your eyes,
glittering, set alight by the fire that burned in your soul
and you were better then.
I could understand your kisses,
your lips forming words against mine
to explain
what never needed to be explained
save to comfort me and soothe whatever I yearned for.
My fingers would trace a map against your face,
drawing ghosts on your back
as headlights flashed through the window
and patterned you in brilliance.
You were better then.

I have been traveling amongst infinity lately. That's how I feel, at least. I have grown more aware of my surroundings, more empathetic towards people and have found a place within humanity as a person. I feel more comfortable in my skin, and while this gives me great comfort I feel that it has also become a burden. The things that would excite and entertain me before make me weary now, and the people that I would associate with on a daily basis are more of a bother than anything else. My perspective on friendship has changed drastically. I no longer search for something to take my mind off of the 'here and now', but instead seek out sanctuary to enjoy the present. That's what friendship should be, after all. Don't you think?

I've noticed that as humans we go looking for love in all of the wrong places. In the nooks and crannies, along the walls where the dust bunnies have settled and beneath the old, creaky floorboards. More often than not we find that love, or rather; we find something that we think is amorous. It is exciting and there is a rush at first, but eventually the indicators of where we found that something begin to surface. The amatory desires vanish and resentment and discontent manifest. Then, it is no longer 'love' but the love to hate. It's an obvious observation, like common sense. I'm no genius for writing this. However, if this logic is is so common (like common sense) why is it's practice NOT so common? It's like when you're smoking with a friend, and you observe how much tar is going into your lungs, and your friend shouts, "Hey! I don't want to think about that." Of course you don't. Nobody does, but why do it if the very act repulses you on some level? 

Americans are funny people, especially when it comes to emoting. If someone displays a powerful emotion, whether sadness or happiness, anger or excitedness, they are crazy. I notice that in Europe people will get out of their cars and shout at each other, shake their fists and call each other names and then get back into their car and return home. They won't abuse their wives or children, and they won't go into the nearest supermarket and blow Tammy's head off when she doesn't accept his coupon. Instead, Americans are afraid to display their emotions and hide them, choosing to let them bubble and stew until they reach the boiling point, and the condensed steam forces its way out. That is true insanity, in my opinion. Hiding oneself from humanity. It's a life of waste and a life not worth living.