Perhaps it's the existence
in a land so fertile
that has me over-sensed,
the highly sensitive person
that I happen to be.

The constant bombardment
of passing cars in NYC
where I work
constantly talking to people
to living on a busy street
in NJ
where everyone seems
to hate one another.

Not a day passes
that I don't
have the urge
to punch someone
square in the nose
even the days
I only see one person
that is not me.

Romance doesn't happen
on public transportation
or via e-mail anymore
though it makes
for nice TNT nights
watching Tom Hanks
get another blonde girl
to love him forever
whether across the land
or married to some other guy.

What I really need
is a place desolate
of stimuli and sustenance.

A place arid and dry
where redundancy is accepted
perhaps expected
though would take away
its value.

I need a place to shine
and since this pond
is full of diamonds
certainly in the rough
maybe it is time
to move on
and be my own variety of me
even I have not yet seen.

It's frightening, yes.

It's scary to think
of failure as an option,
but it's equally as horrific
to actually accept
not trying anything new at all.

04/19/2011

Posted on 04/19/2011
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