You drone on in such a way, that I wonder how exactly you got to this place that you are today. You are angry and in turn I have decided that you are not welcome. I don't want your negative energy around me any longer. You have droned on enough. I can feel the anger radiating from from every fiber of your being, slowly filling the room, I think I am waiting for your head to explode. It wouldn't surprise me if it did at this very moment.
It's moments like this that I realize, it is not about me. It's not. Not even a little bit. From the way you butter your bread, to chain you wear around your neck, I don't know you. I don't know who you are or where you came from, or why you do the things you do. But it's you, not me. It's like the clouds in the sky, or the birds on the post, you can't help them. They just are. Maybe you could have not built the post, but the birds would have still kept coming no matter what you change.
So I sit here, wondering what will happen to you. All the while I send you the good energy I have, well the good energy I try to muster up. I try and try and sometimes I can't find such good energy, but in time, I will and you, in turn, will receive it all. So that room can breathe a little bit clearer. And maybe you can feel just a little lighter. I hope you fly, I do. Like those birds, through the uncontrollable happy clouds. Lifting up leaving the heaviness that you feel here down below.
Just a girl, with lots of good energy to spare, when she can find it, tired of the drone and feeling the sadness that lingers as you leave the room.
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