Have I the Right

Without bad,

There could be no good.

What is everything but relative

To something else?

Does independence truly exist?

Things,

They go unsaid.

They sometimes just dissolve,

And I will never get to say them.

My brain forgets things,

That I don't want to hear.

Or that I don't want to say.

Yet,

I've yet to learn to keep my mouth shut.

In general,

I've learned I shouldn't take about my musical tastes,

My political views.

Personal philosophy,

Writing.

There are certain people,

With which I can sat certain things.

Others, I just don't say.

Or I write them here.

For the blank eyes of the internet.

I am fully aware,

That we all think

And we all leave things unsaid.

And I don't know why we do.

I guess,

We don't have confidants.

We don't have the right words.

We don't have the time.

I wonder what we all would say.

What hangs in the air above our heads,

Unsaid?

I have a lot of things,

I'd like to say to you.

A lot of things to ask,

And discuss.

A lot of moments I'd like to not say stupid things in.

Maybe, we should never talk.

Maybe I'd like that.

Regardless,

It would probably be a good thing.

"or who and who)

...

or i and you"

The first and last lines of an EE Cummings poem.

I like how they fit together.

Adieu and goodnight.