You have entered my life uninvited. You were not supposed to come in inspite of the incessant airing of your thoughts. But you did or were it me who allowed? Don’t know. The boundaries where you crossed and I permitted are bleak.
Your arrival brought about sensations that I didn’t realize still resided in me. An unusual stance for me who tries to be stoic. Cant grapple with the feelings; trying to grasp for reasons to overcome these thoughts but coming up empty. For once the heart and the mind seem to be singing in unison. The operative word being ‘seem’.
The energy palpable from you has morphed in me and you seem bare. The love that emanated from you has resided in me and made you barren. The adoration that you showered has engulfed me and left you desolate.
Besides the love, the energy, the feels, the sighs of smiles, the slight touch of the hand grazing by, the glances when no one is looking, the pecks that get goosebumps rearing their heads, the continual exchange of expressions that we indulge in, the one thing that I have derived out of this unusual stance is the return of words to me.
Words I love, words I breathe, words I lie in, words I sing, words I skip on, words I spring to, words, words, words. They are quintessential to me. And since I have professed to you, I humbly offer you a few of them.
1 comment:
i love this. love the part where you write something like there's a thin line between permission and intrusion. you are writing very well!
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