Read Inside My Parantheses

Inside these parentheses, I found added detail and meaning. Inside these parentheses I’ve been educated. It’s like a secret inside, where reading between the lines lets you into the mind of a word. I guess words can be guarded too. Are they scared, self-conscious, or are they the perfect example of self-assurance? They can’t change their meaning just for the reader’s advantage. Their defiance to conformation challenges us; it forces us to read inside the parentheses. Just like you can’t judge a book by its cover, you can’t read a word without looking deeper. The ones who skip over the parentheses will just push that word to the side like all the rest on the page. That reader will then push that phrase to the side, then that paragraph will be pushed, and than that story will be pushed into a library of insignificance. If one looked in those parentheses, that story could’ve been loved and admired. That wasn’t the ultimate plan. Another will journey into those parentheses and their life will be changed. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. In the end those meanings and details will be seen by the reader intended to discover inside the parentheses; the one who will tear down those walls protecting me from misinterpretation. I thought having a wall up was suffering of reservation, but maybe I just need someone to read inside my parentheses. Don’t skim over fate; read farther and find significance.