I am watching the deer in the park.
They halt everytime I move.
So I stop moving…
Has civilization gone too far?
I want to be better than I’ve been—
better than I am.
My therapist said to lay off the judgement,
but it’s in my nature,
like loving too hard.
And always being right in my head,
and giving too much.
I don’t know how to receive.
It’s just one of those comfortably lonesome evenings.
I’m watching humans live their lives.
I forget they have their own bullshit going on.
The world seems a little bigger right now.
I’ve never been so close to a deer.
Her eyes are big and wise.
She is a simple creature and
we coexist in peace.
My writing professor said I’m too blunt,
but I like the way I spew onto the page.
I think I’m done looking to others before myself.
My thoughts can be lovely at times…
And he said I have a beautiful mind,
so that’s all I really need.
these deer remind me of us.