Saturday, July 21, 2007

Restlessness

For a myriad of reasons can’t seem to get the elusive sleep. One reason could be that we didn’t somehow connect today. There were some separated conversations but nothing that added up. I know that from my part I held back but did you too?
Was amazing how we both reached out at the same time. It was telepathy – eerie huh? How on earth did we strike at the same time? Lot was said with just a few words. But are we to believe our own words – we did say that we would be brutally honest and seems like you have been. I would love to be as I am intrinsically candid but fear the outcome.
The other reason could be my own – the pain I wanted to feel. It’s not been enough. Still need to press on with the agenda of exacting the tear.

2 comments:

lovegotthetongue said...

Real conversations they are always separated, separated by commas. Commas: the embodiment of the silences in between the words. Words: their struggle to glow with the radiance of their intended meaning. They need each other. The words, the silences, or the spaces their meaning. But intention is just that, a desire, never the actual consummation. What we intend, the words struggle to contain. The other actually imposes his or her own desire or meaning. They import their yearning into the words. The words expand and use up the spaces, that the comma mercifully provides.

Real conversations always hold back, because even though you are under the oath of life you still know that you are human, you sink beneath the wisdom of foreplay. We expand the pleasure a little more. We don't lie but don't say the truth either, we leave it somewhere there, in between: spaces. We are incomplete because our desire always looks for something more and that is why we continue to perfect without ever perfecting it.

We continue every dangling conversation till the Closing Time.

ironic said...

the Oh's and Ah's still continues.