I know this guy, and I think about him often. Now I know what you're thinking, I'm head over heels for him. I guess, maybe, not sure, really. But really what I think about when I think of him, is why I can't read him right. I mean I'm usually good at finding out what people are feeling, and what type of person they are. What their intentions will be, I'm good with people.

Not him though. I can't figure him out as hard as I try. He sent me a poem he wrote once. I'm going to show it to you guys, because he gave me permission to....

REALIST!

Realist

Yeah...

Imma realist

Sometimes people call me pessimistic

But I'm just being a realist

Always expecting things based on reason

Lookin for logic in decisions and outcomes

Acting in my own self-interest

Taking life in the worst way possible

But living realistically

Means no disappointments

But...

Something changed

I ventured into idealism

Not sure how it happened

But it did

It was fun

It was better

Things are better when you're an idealist

Its like a fairytale really

But its short lived

Or...

My trip on this drug called idealism was

Reality came knocking at the door

Yeah

Life is too cruel to be an idealist

Good things come to an end

And bad things end too

But worse things take their place

Calculation can be made

So that disappointment is avoided

But that climb down from idealism

Back into realism

Its rough

Its punishment

Its torture

Its a reality check

And rightfully so

Perhaps realism is my safety net

Something that...

Eliminates vulnerability

The world is ugly

But realism makes me strong

It prepares me to live

And survive

Yeah...

Imma realist

What I really can't figure out, is what could've happened to make him feel this way. It makes me confused, really. I look back at the poem every few days, I try to figure out what happened, what makes him feel this way...I really don't know. I wish I did.

xoxo

Chaos