this.
words.
decrease.
with each undertaking of
holdingback.
cannot hear, the whispers, of their hearts
and till they are gone,
then comes the silent roar...
it's one of those days,
when you feel like the world should just consist of you and you and you,
together in a vast but dense winter forest,
threading meticulously through waist-high thick snow,
and naively unaware of your final destination;
since the past, in retrospect, is a disappointing mess of failed affiliations.
but it doesn't matter,
because the point is not to stop permanently (though you take breaks when you're tired);
but to feel the snow part as you dig through with your limbs.
it is also during such moments (and days),
when you just wish that your whispers can be heard by a person very very close to you, walking side by side.
but usually they are immaterial. incorporeal. intangible. invisible.
therefore, simultaneously you can only walk and walk.
because you cannot find someone to hear you, see you and feel you, likewise you are hearing, seeing and feeling him or her.
who's really interested to hear what I have to say?
who's really interested to tell me what he or she has to say?
my words are like jumbled paradigms,
sometimes this, sometimes that.
because I am never confident that these words are meant to last eternally.
forgive me.
but there is a gentle reminder that words are always meant to die, fade, disappear...
it is only how much we are willing to let go.
so, who says we have to communicate to grow closer in a relationship?
it should not be that words govern the relationship,
but the motivations that come before the utterances.
sometimes, all you need is someone to stand in front of you, in silence and perhaps with a smile so sure, so assuring and so gentle
such that he or she gives us the confidence to wander and discover both ourselves and the 'other' smiling figure.
am i such a figure to myself?
the smiling, standing figure in a thick layer of snow?
i won't know.
I'm just very lonely now, with Him, me, me and me.
A smile
may take lesser muscles to manifest,
but a smile is a key
to many doors of superficiality or authenticity.
Either it unlocks doors to more doors
or it unlocks a wealth of precious understanding of that 'other'.
A smile
should be a smile of inward peace,
a smile that comes after an experience or knowledge of some event
that convinces us that we have reason to smile for surviving the event
for better or worse
or just because it is the courage to continue our short lives.
A smile
is always for someone you love.
and the best way to reply to that smile
is a smile back worthy of that love
not because it is a responsibility
but it is the only natural thing to do
because you love as well
when you feel like the world should just consist of you and you and you,
together in a vast but dense winter forest,
threading meticulously through waist-high thick snow,
and naively unaware of your final destination;
since the past, in retrospect, is a disappointing mess of failed affiliations.
but it doesn't matter,
because the point is not to stop permanently (though you take breaks when you're tired);
but to feel the snow part as you dig through with your limbs.
it is also during such moments (and days),
when you just wish that your whispers can be heard by a person very very close to you, walking side by side.
but usually they are immaterial. incorporeal. intangible. invisible.
therefore, simultaneously you can only walk and walk.
because you cannot find someone to hear you, see you and feel you, likewise you are hearing, seeing and feeling him or her.
who's really interested to hear what I have to say?
who's really interested to tell me what he or she has to say?
my words are like jumbled paradigms,
sometimes this, sometimes that.
because I am never confident that these words are meant to last eternally.
forgive me.
but there is a gentle reminder that words are always meant to die, fade, disappear...
it is only how much we are willing to let go.
so, who says we have to communicate to grow closer in a relationship?
it should not be that words govern the relationship,
but the motivations that come before the utterances.
sometimes, all you need is someone to stand in front of you, in silence and perhaps with a smile so sure, so assuring and so gentle
such that he or she gives us the confidence to wander and discover both ourselves and the 'other' smiling figure.
am i such a figure to myself?
the smiling, standing figure in a thick layer of snow?
i won't know.
I'm just very lonely now, with Him, me, me and me.
A smile
may take lesser muscles to manifest,
but a smile is a key
to many doors of superficiality or authenticity.
Either it unlocks doors to more doors
or it unlocks a wealth of precious understanding of that 'other'.
A smile
should be a smile of inward peace,
a smile that comes after an experience or knowledge of some event
that convinces us that we have reason to smile for surviving the event
for better or worse
or just because it is the courage to continue our short lives.
A smile
is always for someone you love.
and the best way to reply to that smile
is a smile back worthy of that love
not because it is a responsibility
but it is the only natural thing to do
because you love as well
White Winter Hymnal
Fleet Foxes
Ragged Wood (2008)
I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ in the snow
And I turned ’round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime...
(listen it here - http://www.myspace.com/fleetfoxes)
Fleet Foxes
Ragged Wood (2008)
I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ in the snow
And I turned ’round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime...
(listen it here - http://www.myspace.com/fleetfoxes)
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