There’s
something beautiful in stating the obvious
Something
powerful about recognizing what everybody knows is already there
It’s
like in the movies when they say “pinch me, I must be dreaming”
It’s
like when a girl asks you what your favorite part of a woman’s body is and
answering incorrectly and say, I like women as a concept, but I never understood
how to put theory to practice and for a while…
She
stays silent.
I
thought I was stating the obvious
But
stating the obvious is beautiful, and beauty is embarrassing and being
embarrassed freezes people
Because
you see beauty is different, beauty is out of the box, out of the ordinary,
EXTRAordinary, unique in the way it afflicts each individual thing like your
own personal scar and that’s… terrifying.
That’s
scary.
It’s
scary because I don’t like new things or trying new foods or meeting new people
because what if I’m supposed to like it and I just don’t
What
if I just don’t care because I how am I supposed to care about the surroundings
when I find it hard to care about the system itself and for awhile…
She
stays silent
I
thought I was stating the obvious
I
thought it was obvious that beauty was terrifying and that’s why I never
approached you on the pier that night and I watched you wait for something that
was already there for hours even though your parents said be home before dark
I
thought it was obvious that I was unworthy to witness your beauty, so
embarrassing to be caught even near it, because you are everything I wasn’t
that night
I
thought it was obvious why I never handed you the poems and letters myself, and
why you had to read them second hand, itself a reason why you could never look
at me as I looked at you
And
as I watched you, scared shitless that you would see me for what I was, I
realized something that was plain for all to see
I
was a boy
A
boy terrified of beauty because the ecstasy that comes along with it doesn’t
mesh well with Zoloft
I
was afraid you would see me stating the obvious
But I’m not afraid anymore, and I realized
that people like to see me do it some more
And
I’ll give you one last piece of the obvious
I
regret never telling you how I feel
I
thought these things, these obvious things, that force that makes us insist on
the fact that it exists and how it rams its existence head first into my face
with enough force to give me a bloody nose
Like
how when it’s hot everybody always tells you “It’s hot”
Yet
these things apparent, these obvious facts of life only exist to remind you who
you once were, a boy, a son, a caretaker and a dream maker, probably all at
once
But
these things change as we grow older and we have to grow up and we are all
beautiful
Not
because of the reasons those Dove commercials say or the fact that we’re all
special but because even though there are 7 billion people on this earth
We
are all obvious, and we demand to exist
Days
and weeks are only separated by a fine line but those terrifying things that we
all grow up with remind us to take it slower, or we might just miss what’s
right in front of us
