People Like Us.

People like us have a tendency to want to be alone.
We are so confuse about our lives that we somehow
imposed loneliness on ourselves rather than confuse
someone else.
To outsiders, a courtship between two people like
us would mean the start of a relationship that would
put an end to our imposed loneliness.
But that goes to show how little they know about
people like us.
If they have been blessed with the kind of foresight
that we have then they would not have pushed through
with that logic.
A relationship between two people like us is not really
a relationship in the normal sense.
In fact it would not be a relationship at all.
It would be as someone quite nicely put it, a "tension driven
disaster" but one that is enlightening.
I know disasters are not suppose to be good but trust me
this one is.
But alas, some theories proved to be more real and provable
when it comes to people like us.
It seems like we are after all bound by that famous law
a scientist once stated.
We are too much alike. Are we not?
I get too close you push me away. You get too close I push
you away.
It seems like when people like us interact with people like us
we get caught in this eternal activity of push and pull.
We go around in circles, waltzing through life and dancing
around the barriers we both erect to keep each other out.
I erect a wall you endeavor to put it down, I would then lower
my guard but you would suddenly start to put up a wall to
protect yourself. Naturally I would endeavor to destroy the wall and you
would slowly yield and then when I start to realize that you
are beginning to yield I would erect my wall again and thus
the process would continue to repeat the steps.
When people like us meet we follow this cycle almost religiously.
It is almost as if we are willing to keep the
cycle going on infinitely.
Why?
I do not actually know.
Perhaps its really the way we are.
Perhaps people like us were meant to be that way.
Perhaps.......................
YOU SHOULD TELL ME.


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Dear Peter Pan...

do you know that I hate coffins?

I would not drive nails into that awful coffin wood
that you so woefully used as a metaphor...
I would instead plant roots so that like a tree our
bond would
grow...
And unlike your COLD HARD metal nails
the roots would be ALIVE
"My existence in your heart" would not be a one time
hammer driven reality but a
dynamic growing tree certainty

you do understand don't you?


-Tinkerbelle