Paul had written this with his previous post of this image:
Sometimes I must forcibly remind myself
while in my myopic revery
at my own insubstantial creations
that these are my memories
not yours.
I wrestle with the uncomfortable realization
that things which are of value to me
are not of value to you.
That precious yet glorious remembrances
from my past
are not, by any right, moments shareable.
That forms and shapes which trigger
my mind to unexpected excitements
may be considered trite, petty
and ultimately devoid of value.
I search for excuses
to a continued production
knowing I can’t please everyone
all or even some of the time,
but I take guilty comfort
from the selfish view
that I can always please myself.
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Sometimes I must forcibly remind myself
while in my myopic revery
at my own insubstantial creations
that these are my memories
not yours.
I wrestle with the uncomfortable realization
that things which are of value to me
are not of value to you.
That precious yet glorious remembrances
from my past
are not, by any right, moments shareable.
That forms and shapes which trigger
my mind to unexpected excitements
may be considered trite, petty
and ultimately devoid of value.
I search for excuses
to a continued production
knowing I can’t please everyone
all or even some of the time,
but I take guilty comfort
from the selfish view
that I can always please myself.