Answered Questions
I saw your written self and it woke in me a feeling, a longing to know if you were as special as you seemed.
Would you think I was as special?
Would you find me pathetic, sitting as I did everyday typing furiously, trying to pretend that I was interacting meaningfully with people from the silence of my room?
Would you be a friend on my terms?
Could I trust you enough to spend lonely hours picking apart my life looking for the point at which it all went so terribly wrong?
Would you share with me vicariously what it is like to be so young and so untried again?
How can you be so jaded and be so young?
Can you possibly KNOW all these things you say or are you reading from a script written by me in some previous incarnation?
What are you?
I heard your speaking voice and it filled me. Spun me out of myself and the longing had a new name, Desire. Impossible desire, noxious, toxic desire. Impossible to ignore you then. No walking away now that I have heard that voice in my heart.
Do you think I am special?
Am I pathetic to need to be with you and just sit at your feet and listen to the music of your voice?
Are you truely my friend?
Why do you tug at my heart so strongly when you are so young and out of my reach?
Don't you know life is meant to be experienced, to be LIVED?
When will you venture out into the world and discover the richness it offers?
Where will I go when you do?
Will you still come home sometimes just to send me your voice, share with me your day?
Where are you?
I saw the light shine in your eyes and I was captivated. Willing captive to your web spun so soft and fine, so infinitely breakable. The feeling had a name and in his love he let me call it what it was. It was love and still there was no walking away, for any of us.
Do you know how special I think you are?
Is it pathetic for us to need you so much, to feel you complete something that was missing?
Is friendship all you seek?
How can I love you when my world was built around loving him?
Do you know how deeply I love him?
Do you know how you fill me with the same wild, quiet passion?
Have you gone far enough into the world to know that this is where you truely want to be?
If you say you must leave how will I survive without your fire to warm myself in?
Who are you?
I saw your written self and it woke in me a feeling, a longing to know if you were as special as you seemed.
Would you think I was as special?
Would you find me pathetic, sitting as I did everyday typing furiously, trying to pretend that I was interacting meaningfully with people from the silence of my room?
Would you be a friend on my terms?
Could I trust you enough to spend lonely hours picking apart my life looking for the point at which it all went so terribly wrong?
Would you share with me vicariously what it is like to be so young and so untried again?
How can you be so jaded and be so young?
Can you possibly KNOW all these things you say or are you reading from a script written by me in some previous incarnation?
What are you?
I heard your speaking voice and it filled me. Spun me out of myself and the longing had a new name, Desire. Impossible desire, noxious, toxic desire. Impossible to ignore you then. No walking away now that I have heard that voice in my heart.
Do you think I am special?
Am I pathetic to need to be with you and just sit at your feet and listen to the music of your voice?
Are you truely my friend?
Why do you tug at my heart so strongly when you are so young and out of my reach?
Don't you know life is meant to be experienced, to be LIVED?
When will you venture out into the world and discover the richness it offers?
Where will I go when you do?
Will you still come home sometimes just to send me your voice, share with me your day?
Where are you?
I saw the light shine in your eyes and I was captivated. Willing captive to your web spun so soft and fine, so infinitely breakable. The feeling had a name and in his love he let me call it what it was. It was love and still there was no walking away, for any of us.
Do you know how special I think you are?
Is it pathetic for us to need you so much, to feel you complete something that was missing?
Is friendship all you seek?
How can I love you when my world was built around loving him?
Do you know how deeply I love him?
Do you know how you fill me with the same wild, quiet passion?
Have you gone far enough into the world to know that this is where you truely want to be?
If you say you must leave how will I survive without your fire to warm myself in?
Who are you?
