Alone but not Private
But we can still be brother and sister in private
No, cause even when we're alone we won't be private.
But I want to be brother and sister.
I want to be brother and sister more than anything, but you know we only could in private,
and we'll never be private again.
What do you mean private aren't we?
Now we are, and this is probably the last time.
I don't think this will be the last time.
It is. Cause even when we're in your room the walls will listen and we all know what happens if walls could talk and when we're alone in the forest the trees will hear and then root out our secrets to drop them like leaves into the hands of those people and even when we are all alone maybe in a grassy field with no trees or walls around and we can see in the sky forever and no one is around the beetle to your left and the worm tunnelling a thumb's width below me will make sense of the vibrations in our speech and they will know our secret and even if we are in swimming in a fishless sea together with no boats, the water will soak up our sibling truth and when it next rains the knowledgable water will drop into the ears of those people.
Oh.
I'm going to miss you.
Let's not talk about it anymore.
But let's keep talking. This is the last time to be private, isn't it according to you.
Yeah it is.
3 comments:
Heart-breaking. This is what blogging is, no? Alone but not private... You're not breaking up with your blog are you? See you at the poetry night. Cheers.
Excellent. Reaches to the depths of yearning for privacy and seclusion, but never able to attain it. Yearning for oneness and understanding from another human being where privacy is somehow shared. Yet always, no matter the location, the feeling that someone/something is always watching lurks. I would feel liberated to do so many things if I knew I was really alone...like walking naked in the woods, glorying in the human form divine and the magnimity of nature.
I can think of another meaning for this too...
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