Reading westeros history

The desire 

To parade everything i know

As cannon,

Indisputable fact,

To quote from it 

Be the expert of classics

And lay down my judgement

Is insane

And this is just fantasy.

No wonder,

With our vast heritage of

Real classics

The desire to gain expertise

Over grandly told stories

Took over

Our ancestors

And prevented them from

Seeking the real world

For confirmation

is it narcissistic

to binge on your own poems?

Like the yin yang

We

Chase each other

In pointless circles

Only in apparant harmony

Getting thru' to u

Of course

I could ignore you
Shut out the pain you give me
Pretend it doesn't affect me

Instead of constantly trying
to communicate,
to make things better,
to try and make you understand
how you make me feel

But if i ignored you

What would be the difference between

You

And the countless others

I keep out of my bubble

With a screen of politeness

On a hot summer day

With the shadows of trees

Making pretty dappled patterns

On a dusty road

Life almost seems a blessing,

Despite its trials,

A chance like none other

That i would brave

Just to see what it has to offer.

Even its sorrows

Are merely

The gift of experience that

Without a life

I would have no chance of knowing

Yes, 

If given a choice

Between this life of heady ups and 

Breathtaking downs

And a bland heaven

I would choose it,

This uncertain life

But only on a hot summer day

When the sun

Threatens to burn the 

Hair off of my skin

Seeking

Givers in ordinary life

We are both seekers in love

Which is,

Unfortunately,

The easiest way to

Wear each other's kindness out

Leave me alone

I follow my heart

And if you cannot understand why

There is no way i can explain to you