Galileo Manifique
I always want reassurance
Doling it out to others comes easy to me
Especially when I empathize with their struggles
And find myself above ground
Breathing in oxygen
Knowing that there is always another way
That it’s okay to choose me
I write these words in the dark
Yet my own progress cannot act as a candlelight
All around me I hear the sweet sounds of scribbles
Meaning making from experiences I’ll never have
Heroes and heroines who stare into oblivion with me
Carving out caricatures wherein I find myself
I want to tell them I love them
That they save me every day
But I’m afraid of the person I am
He only cares about how others see him
And does not dare open his eyes
Everything is about him
Even when he allows a little light from the outside to enter
He wishes he could blind himself
Self-obsession is a full-time job with seldom rewards
Yet he clings on
All around him the universe spins while he stands still
He believes he is the centre
Not realizing he’s a neutron
Ready to be thrust in
Or cast out
