what we all need sometimes
is a quiet place somewhere
to sit across each other
clean faced and bare backed
the masks and bells removed
and meet for one last time
without a past or future
to speak in vanilla tones
with neither the passions
of being dangerously in love
nor the bleeding hollows
of conveniently falling out.
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11 comments:
*sigh*
<3
Yes I'd like that.
so true. and i sigh too.
That's what is catharsis in a sense....I wish it for all of us!
C
beautiful!
Hmm...is it really possible to have this conversation in the REAL world with REAL people?
I think I'm coming to a place where I'm beginning to accept realities of who / what we [people] are capable of...
I'm sure we need it.. yeah, very much
I love it. Really love it. It seems in our youth we crave for mad passion not realizing how mad it all really is and utterly unsustainable.
I am posting a poem by St. Lucian nobel laureate, Sir Derek Walcott that this poem reminds me of. Yours is about reconciliation between lovers, his is about reconciliation with self.
yes, what we all need sometimes...
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