I've not lived for too long yet. But sometimes in life, when you go through certain trying experiences, the ones you know you will always file separately in a place with treasure-chest antiquity, you realise things about life and people, like a sunrise. Slowly illuminating, sweeping the darkness away and just opening your eyes to so much that you feel your life's been one long, unending night before this.
What have I seen? That a true reflection is incredibly, incredibly rare. You can't see your face and your reflection at the same time, so there must be some kind of discrepancy somewhere. Light cheats. It bends around corners, it vibrates at the slightest uneven surface. So you can trust it to let you look, but you can't trust it to help you see. So something is different. As subtle, as quiet as that last known breath before sleep conquers all. But is.
So you must learn not to trust your eyes, but to trust your heart. Never, ever give up on that voice. Never forget anyone who can put up that kind of a mirror in front of you, which makes you see that sound. And hear it. And grasp it with both hands, like a breath.
I know I forget. A lot. Bits of conversations, movie scenes, book authors, twin moments, people we find in common, songs to send you, incidents, your favourite foods . .. ...
But you're my mirror. You flex your graceful fingers around my ignorance and you make me see. And no matter how dark it is, you're seeing what I see as well.
"Aww, cmon! It's just a post!"
:)
What have I seen? That a true reflection is incredibly, incredibly rare. You can't see your face and your reflection at the same time, so there must be some kind of discrepancy somewhere. Light cheats. It bends around corners, it vibrates at the slightest uneven surface. So you can trust it to let you look, but you can't trust it to help you see. So something is different. As subtle, as quiet as that last known breath before sleep conquers all. But is.
So you must learn not to trust your eyes, but to trust your heart. Never, ever give up on that voice. Never forget anyone who can put up that kind of a mirror in front of you, which makes you see that sound. And hear it. And grasp it with both hands, like a breath.
I know I forget. A lot. Bits of conversations, movie scenes, book authors, twin moments, people we find in common, songs to send you, incidents, your favourite foods . .. ...
But you're my mirror. You flex your graceful fingers around my ignorance and you make me see. And no matter how dark it is, you're seeing what I see as well.
"Aww, cmon! It's just a post!"
:)
Hush, you.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what else to say, but I have to say something. Because.
"Some things can't be done face to face"
I love you. And I don't have enough strength to say it aloud. This will do. Here, now.
Powerful. Beautiful. And all the other 'ful's, this language is known to possess.
ReplyDelete'nuff said.
"But you're my mirror. You flex your graceful fingers around my ignorance and you make me see. And no matter how dark it is, you're seeing what I see as well."
ReplyDeleteThis is PRECISELY what I would say to my best friend. Ethereal words Vini, ethereal. Thank you.
And Sharan,
ReplyDelete"Some things can't be done face to face"
I know, I know. Virtual conversations aid us then, don't they ?
They do.
ReplyDeleteYou write like a dream, Vini. You do. You do. You do...
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