Sometimes I think I’m the only person in the world who truly understands love. Other times, I don’t feel like a person.
Isolated from earth. Just floating somewhere else.
And then something pulls me back down to Earth for a second. And I suddenly see all the flaws in life.
I hate it.
Honestly if I could bring people to the space I often go to in my head, they would understand.
I wasn’t made to stand on 2 feet and dance. I was made to be the music. Be the rhythm and the lyrics.
I’m not stuck on earth, I just stay here because it gets lonely sometimes and even though I’m misunderstood, it’s better than having no one to hear me at all.
Truth is…
I don’t think I was made to be heard. I think I was made to be felt.
And that’s why you could read this 100 times and still never really get it.
Humans often search in all the right places for the wrong stuff. Try again. Maybe this time you’ll find what you’re looking for.
Try again. Maybe this time you’ll find what you’re looking for.
Maybe this time you’ll find what you’re looking for.
Try again.
Truth #¿ (who knows)
You all call me Eli but before my name was Liz, my name was Ngozi. And I was even more broken and I thought a name change could fix me.
But that’s my thoughts.
Not very poetic. Just sad enough to sound like something you’d say on a stage and when the curtains close everyone would say; “it’s just art, written to disturb.”
I didnt want to disturb anyone though. I just came to Earth for a second because I was lonely. I’ll be going back.
*curtains close * *everyone claps *
Another Fly On The Wall 