Perceptions.

You see me.

I see you.

Perceptions.

It's funny how you look at someone,

but deep down inside you wonder why

you are forced to just observe them from their exterior,

no such thing as interior,

because we can never be mind readers.

One who can x-ray using electromagnetic waves of radiation,

to find what drives the animation of the inner being that lies within us.

Yet we are forced to take a chance,

Hoping that with time,

You begin to reveal yourself,

And unfold the beauty of your uniqueness within.

Not many people attempt to do this because,

They are afraid to know.

Because if they did know,

Maybe their insecurities will flare up,

Or maybe they will take a second to understand,

that unlike the others,

The human isn't perfect.



How can we judge,

Yet our own flaws haunt us.

How can we percieve the things to be which aren't supposed to be,

Yet stimulated by fragments of our imaginations?

Perceiving Perceptively,

The environment within.

Perceptions.

*The last three lines. Think about it.*