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So struck, stuck with feelings.
Feelings… Does that word make you quiver a little bit? Because it makes me sometimes.
That’s where I have been the past few weeks; feeling the days away. There’s been a lot going on, good stuff mainly and a bit not so good stuff, all merrily bunched up under an umbrella of overwhelm. I’m aware that ‘stuff’ is not exactly the frontier of articulation. But that is really why I’m writing this! To ask you:
Do you ever turn into a very promising BBC Weatherman or a woman wannabe? You know, when all you want to do is gag out how you feel.
But instead you find it is so much easier to state ‘What a lovely day it is’ to an elderly lady standing next to you on a bus stop.
Why is it so hard to tell someone that they’re precious, important, dear to you? Or that we’re hurt. Or upset. Why do we feel the need to hide our tears when we get emotional in the cinema or under a vast starry sky?
We use by the ways and anyways and casual dressy phrases to turn our emotions into casualties. To shove them away.
But do we really need to hide?
We all cry, laugh, scream. We all feel. We all quiver. We all lose our bearings and words and freeze to the spot.
But the difference is, getting lost together is much more fun.
That way you have a hand there you can hold onto in the dark. And when the morning comes and you realise all the shadowy sounds were just your imagination, you can be the spark behind their smile. You can be a burst of laughter, a shrugh of relief.
So now, if you let me take your hand again, I’d like to get lost with you. Lost in words:
Swimming by
We live by each other We pass each other by In silence Casual by the ways Seeping from our mouths Our tongues parched papurys Mute tombs, torn gardens The longing spoon's clinking Against our solitary coffee cups As we drink black mornings We stir through them alone So careful not to twist our ankles In the craters of perplexion We scatter behind, ahead As we live by Goodbyes never uttered Words trickling through our fingers Like sand taken away By the waves Salty ocean tears, rocky boats Duct-taped souls So clumsily fixed and ripped Open By the tempest The nature pulling us out Thunderstruck Our eyelids Heavy curtains Thrown up White phantoms swimming In the air Finally So light to look So light to see A flash of simplicity Lightning bolt scarring the sky Pain passing so swift Leaving our hearts to be In peace Reaped by the dawn We reach Bring our hands forward Open bold barefaced We live We live We live by love
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