There exists a treasure buried at the foot of a mountain
They say it only comes to you in a dream
Therefore, very few people have found that treasure
Many people seek the treasure but look in all the wrong places
It seems the location is only revealed to a select few
Once, it came to a man in a dream and he went out and told the townspeople “follow me to the treasure,” but no one followed.
So the man went on a journey alone to discover the treasure at the foot of the mountain.
The journey was perilous and not without trial but the man was determined to find the treasure
By some miracle unknown he discovered the treasure buried deep within the footbed of the mountain. He thought “If I had to climb down from the top, this would be harder.”
When he found the treasure, the treasure was vast and innumerable. There was more than enough to share. So he took his share of the treasure and went back to the town where he lived.
The townspeople marveled at the gold, jewel and trinkets that the man had brought back. He tried to tell them where to find this buried treasure and that there was more than enough for everyone. When he told them how easy it was, no one believed him. And so, no one else in that town found the treasure for themselves.
The man kept the gold and trinkets and split the wealth, so that way everyone could be wealthy. Some, instead of asking, took from him. But since he was going to give it away anyway, he did not convict them.
The man kept going back to the source of the treasure and bringing back more because the townspeople couldn’t do it themselves.
Eventually, the townspeople had so much gold that they stopped taking from him.
“We have enough gold already,” they said.
The townspeople and the man wound up living merrily with all the gold they had acquired. They had more than enough gold and money to buy material things so they just continued to accumulate wealth until they had an abundance.
I saw you sitting alone by yourself, looking isolated
I can be more than a shoulder to cry on. I can be more than just your man.
From one glimpse it became abundantly clear how truly beautiful you are. The way you carried yourself, suggested an underlying grace mucked up by years of betrayal and decpetion
Allow me to be the outlier, the fire that burns the inhibitions lying deep within you
In my thoughts I held your hand and it was warm. Our love could be hotter than sitting by the fireplace on an average afternoon
Who fed you lies about yourself? That you weren’t enough? That you weren’t pretty or graceful enough? Blasphemy. I would have thought you were Nike herself.
I don’t know the best way to approach you, though I see you in the same place every afternoon… but a simple greeting might do.
I want to rendezvous with you. Can we meet at the usual place? You know the one…
Artistic Apathy 