the problem with being a genius is that everybody thinks you're insane...
I learned how to see in Georgia, learned how to walk in Texas. Learned how to talk in Tamasunchale, learned how to cuss in L.A. Learned that girls existed in Hahira, learned that God existed in Zacatecas. Learned that my parents were wrong in Newton, learned that I was right in Valdosta, learned that I was wrong in Atlanta, then learned that my parents were right in Valdosta. Learned that God still loves me back in Atlanta, learning that I will love God in New Braunfels.
I've been around a couple places, I've seen a couple things. How can I put all that down into words? I find the older I get, the more I see we're all the same. We're not that different, you and I, but we'd like to think we are. Because we are that different, you and I, but its buried deeper than we can see. Clothes and jobs and skin and hobs, why do we categorize with these? Why are these the delimiters of our differences? Because our uniqueness is only found deep in our hearts, and we all only know one heart; our own. So how can I show you my heart? Can you know the depth of my sorrows, the height of my joys? I wish you could, I wish I could know yours. Maybe if we were silent long enough we could hear what is really there.
