(no subject)
What defines our love?
I have lost you somewhere between these unspoken words and the moments where I have let you be. We've watched as the words pour out into the silences at 0 decibels, and the echoes of the night hang heavy with what we used to be. I cannot decide if I am withering, or flourishing in these spaces. When you've reflected on your sins and your successes, and bore the fate of knowing how deeply human you are - there is nothing left to set on fire. As the clock hits twelve and all you feel is the sense of unknowing, it is careless and it is undefined. We touch like aged lovers, hands clasped in template and comfortable in our skin, knowing the pages to hold on to, the conversations to have. We move like clockwork like autumn leaves swaying in the breeze; yet who we are but these idle creatures? Trying to pacify what we know we truly are?
I have lived my life for everyone else.
To pacify, to console, to nurture, to raise, to stay put, to hold, to be agreeable, to watch and discern for, to be let judged, to be misunderstood.
Perhaps it would be very much time to find myself now.