"I don't fool myself with the notion
that I can consciously affect your emotion.
It's only my inadvertent sigh
that invariably tears through the veil of calm.
Tears me. Tears you.
You hold on to those images, those sounds, those thoughts,
that are,
for better or for worse,
carved into the walls of your impeccable memory.
Faulty, but impeccable.
You hold on to your anger.
You hold on to your pain.
I hold on to my pain.
We hold on in a violent, obsessive embrace.
We do it like it means something.
If only we could let go."
"It can't be that simple"
"But, what if it is?"
that I can consciously affect your emotion.
It's only my inadvertent sigh
that invariably tears through the veil of calm.
Tears me. Tears you.
You hold on to those images, those sounds, those thoughts,
that are,
for better or for worse,
carved into the walls of your impeccable memory.
Faulty, but impeccable.
You hold on to your anger.
You hold on to your pain.
I hold on to my pain.
We hold on in a violent, obsessive embrace.
We do it like it means something.
If only we could let go."
"It can't be that simple"
"But, what if it is?"
2 comments:
I must admit that you have amazing writing skills. This is deep, intense and lovely at the same time. So finely said with a beautiful sense of perception.
Thanks Akshay, I appreciate that. I wouldn't attribute this piece to my skills as a writer per say though. Moments of intense emotions can bring about quite a bit.
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