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You and I / Carrier of my will
I love you. I have your soul.
I would sing to you each second of every minute of every day, the way I have always done before.
And like before, you would stay, silent & still, letting my words seep through your skin,
out into the world, occasionally, dancing to my whimsical tunes.
Sometimes drowning me in a torrent of thoughts from bookish words written by others,
principles of conduct set up by people whom you know little of.
All that just to block me out because you think my words to be words that you don't understand,
my language a language whose grammar you can't comprehend.
Yet you do understand for flaw lies not in comprehension but denial. You do not want to understand and hence, you do.
For better or worse, the contract holds, my dear. The deal was struck without consent, I know.
And I know that it's been a long journey and you grow weary of me and my songs.
But remember, love, I was always there and you were never alone. For I can never leave you.
I was the fear in the dark, the joy in the light. I was the black blind wrath, the endless numb void, the overwhelming soft kindness.
Too many times have you cradled your head in my lap, lying there unthinking.
Yet more often you have burnt me at the stake with fires of regret, hung me at the docks with ropes of guilt.
But I endured and with every passing phase of the moon, I healed, eventually I reclaimed you. You are my fort and me your prison.
I have you and you me. And without each other we can't be.
Out in the world while you converse with the ones that lie beyond my grasp, I'm there, watching, unblinking, thinking.
I know your lies, your secrets, your principles, your beliefs. The way you deceive, the way you perceive,
the way you think of countless ways to put into words the world around you that strikes you speechless in ways that you can't put into words.
Dearest carrier of my will. We will be together. Not forever, till death do us part.
And then in the decay that follows after, we shall be none,
We shall be one.
I would sing to you each second of every minute of every day, the way I have always done before.
And like before, you would stay, silent & still, letting my words seep through your skin,
out into the world, occasionally, dancing to my whimsical tunes.
Sometimes drowning me in a torrent of thoughts from bookish words written by others,
principles of conduct set up by people whom you know little of.
All that just to block me out because you think my words to be words that you don't understand,
my language a language whose grammar you can't comprehend.
Yet you do understand for flaw lies not in comprehension but denial. You do not want to understand and hence, you do.
For better or worse, the contract holds, my dear. The deal was struck without consent, I know.
And I know that it's been a long journey and you grow weary of me and my songs.
But remember, love, I was always there and you were never alone. For I can never leave you.
I was the fear in the dark, the joy in the light. I was the black blind wrath, the endless numb void, the overwhelming soft kindness.
Too many times have you cradled your head in my lap, lying there unthinking.
Yet more often you have burnt me at the stake with fires of regret, hung me at the docks with ropes of guilt.
But I endured and with every passing phase of the moon, I healed, eventually I reclaimed you. You are my fort and me your prison.
I have you and you me. And without each other we can't be.
Out in the world while you converse with the ones that lie beyond my grasp, I'm there, watching, unblinking, thinking.
I know your lies, your secrets, your principles, your beliefs. The way you deceive, the way you perceive,
the way you think of countless ways to put into words the world around you that strikes you speechless in ways that you can't put into words.
Dearest carrier of my will. We will be together. Not forever, till death do us part.
And then in the decay that follows after, we shall be none,
We shall be one.
Published 13th Mar 2014
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13th Mar 2014 5:06am
13th Mar 2014 2:29pm
thanks for reading it and THANKS for the positive encouragement!
I never like what I write or draw or create etc after it is done because everything falls short of what I actually try to project. This is a product of an episode of cognitive dissonance or depersonalization..
So most would think it's total BS (I do too) But yeah this is the way I (or we..?) actually see the world sometimes.
I never like what I write or draw or create etc after it is done because everything falls short of what I actually try to project. This is a product of an episode of cognitive dissonance or depersonalization..
So most would think it's total BS (I do too) But yeah this is the way I (or we..?) actually see the world sometimes.
