Letting you down
The past few months, I've let some people down. I've said too much or gone too far or said too little or given impressions I couldn't make real.
I'm sorry. In that moments that counted, I could've kept quiet or held back or spoken up or brought the necessary complication to emotion. In a way, I want to be caught up in it and released. But doubtlessly.
Life has been busy, but there are no real excuses. Some parts of life — work, for one — have gotten a better me. I don't know how to explain the imbalance. I wish I could. I could throw some work words around it, like "manage" and "execute." But if I could explain, I would tell you.
I wake up every morning and want to do pull-ups off the sky. You, the people I let down, I seek you because I think you're up there. You've got the peace I watch in wonder. Maybe it's just an impression. Okay.
