his quiet voice fills my head
so loud so sweet
sinking into me
so i can't hear my thoughts
nor his words
--
Title: "And when you're standing in the rain, there's not much we can do. For our hearts will become wet along with the rain"- Nell, Standing in the Rain
Monday, May 27, 2013
"Most of us remain strangers to ourselves, hiding who we are, and ask other strangers, hiding who they are, to love us." - Leo Buscagli
I always wondered what she looked at.
Because she gazed out the window.
At the sky. At the airplanes. Above the tips of trees and buildings.
As if she were running. Away and away.
Along with the birds that flew so freely and the clouds that drifted lazily across the world.
What did she look at?
A world all her own, tucked within the slips of her small smiles. A melody only sweeter because it ceases to exist. Held perfect, in that silence, more beautiful in imagination.
The air held its breath as if the moment itself wanted to stretch and yawn and sit idly next to her.
If only I could catch her. her thoughts. her heart.
If only she would look at me. For I was always looking at her.
Because she gazed out the window.
At the sky. At the airplanes. Above the tips of trees and buildings.
As if she were running. Away and away.
Along with the birds that flew so freely and the clouds that drifted lazily across the world.
What did she look at?
A world all her own, tucked within the slips of her small smiles. A melody only sweeter because it ceases to exist. Held perfect, in that silence, more beautiful in imagination.
The air held its breath as if the moment itself wanted to stretch and yawn and sit idly next to her.
If only I could catch her. her thoughts. her heart.
If only she would look at me. For I was always looking at her.
"Be the calm in the center of the noise. Be the eye at the heart of the storm."
It was a timid knock at first.
Quiet, subtle.
A whisper to slip under the door again, to ease back in time when everything was still.
Silence.
She knocked once again.
Louder, adding rhythm to the beats.
A playful edge. Perhaps they will notice now she's changed. Look at her life, her vitality, her smile.
Silence.
The door loomed in front of her instead. Growing, growing. Darker.
"Mom?" the little girl asked hesitantly.
"Mom?" "Dad?"
She knocked again. More frantically. Banging, screaming, kicking.
Did they not hear her? Will they not hear? Her efforts became more desperate and
Anxiety seized her from behind, choking her, strangling the breath from her. Black stains began to bleed.
around her neck and in her heart. Fear. It was Fear.
Gone. Gone. They were gone. And she was abandoned.
Shut out in the world of black corruption and decay
And the knowingly ignorant just
forgot.
Living their pure fantasies inside the protected and clean house.
"Dirty," they said. "She was too dirty," they whispered.
Indeed. White. They saw only white. But with eyes black, darker than the world they made, winking sinister grins.
Quiet, subtle.
A whisper to slip under the door again, to ease back in time when everything was still.
Silence.
She knocked once again.
Louder, adding rhythm to the beats.
A playful edge. Perhaps they will notice now she's changed. Look at her life, her vitality, her smile.
Silence.
The door loomed in front of her instead. Growing, growing. Darker.
"Mom?" the little girl asked hesitantly.
"Mom?" "Dad?"
She knocked again. More frantically. Banging, screaming, kicking.
Did they not hear her? Will they not hear? Her efforts became more desperate and
Anxiety seized her from behind, choking her, strangling the breath from her. Black stains began to bleed.
around her neck and in her heart. Fear. It was Fear.
Gone. Gone. They were gone. And she was abandoned.
Shut out in the world of black corruption and decay
And the knowingly ignorant just
forgot.
Living their pure fantasies inside the protected and clean house.
"Dirty," they said. "She was too dirty," they whispered.
Indeed. White. They saw only white. But with eyes black, darker than the world they made, winking sinister grins.
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