So I'm a bit selfish maybe

I live in my own world

Maybe people take it the wrong way

But I don't mean to be exclusionary 

I'm just happy in my own head

And once you cross my path 

I'm happy to entertain you

So long as you don't alter my inner state

If you do I will feel compelled to go back to my inner state as soon as possible

Which will make entertaining you further torturous

I can do it though

And be honest and genuine

But at some point it will physically hurt to do so

Because I won't be enjoying it
If you are making it difficult for me
But

If you bring happiness 

If you bring your shining light
If you bring your heart

Then I will gladly give you my time

Gladly share with you my space 

As long as I have time to give 

You're just competing with way too many things right now though 

I'm sorry

It's the bane of modern existence

All the conveniences a person can possibly dream of and so little time to really enjoy it all. Pushed, and pushing ourselves to extremes. To survive. To get the things we tell ourselves must be done done. To make the most out of living. 

I stand with the belief that it takes so much less for us to be happy than we think it does and means so much more. And I feel I can at least live that for myself in my deepest innermost soul (since I can't seem to find it much elsewhere). Maybe it would be easier if we all just be quiet more often and slowed the fuck down sometimes.  I really don't get all the fucking blather and riga-ma-role. It's exhausting. It's useless. It ads to the drama of life no real substance. At least not that much as far as I can gather.