I thought I think too much

This is, In no way a contemplation Or a stage for me to share my revelation. But 2016 has been one hell of a ride. And if I can say one thing about it, 2016 has been liberating. It felt like somebody, or something, twisted my insides and pulled it out. I learned what it felt to be scared. That I haven't calculated or observed every little thing that will and can happen. I learned what it felt to have almost lost your mind. That I haven't quite found the key to letting go. Or at least, Letting it go completely. I learned I needed more time to process the world around me. That I have little patience when it comes to the people closest to me. Or at least, The little patience I had left for them was shattered by my own expectations. I learned how hard it was to continue to listen When all I want to do is to scream. To shake them awake. And point them towards the very obvious exit. I learned, and this is hard to admit.... I learned to completely observe. ...

You know, It would make your world so much easier If you can see what I see when I see you. Well, That was a lot of seeing. Heh.... It is, isn't it? But I have seen so much more in you than what you will ever see in yourself. In some tragic way, Maybe it's your cross to bear. That you see beauty in everyone around you but yourself. That you stood with your mouth open when you saw pieces of history in museums. But stood blind with how your history made you into a breathing art. How your strength is far beyond a zero to ten scale. How it molds and shapes into a qualitative paragraph... No... Essay. A qualitative essay of what it truly means to be strong. Cause it blends, and it changes. Like the waves we have seen, Your strength is an ocean. And how when you laugh, The walls around you for a second disappears. And I can tell you this, For just a second I saw what you have been hiding. And it was okay. It was just you. A more vulnerable and float...