words across continents...
words. words that impact. words that change. words that make you feel. words.
you should know words. you deal with them everyday. you paint a thousand pictures with one word. and with the thousand pictures you build dreams. shape them. mould them. breathe life into them. there are words, to you, that make no sense. and you hate nonsense-words. they speak nothing, you say. fluffy, puffy, airy-fairy words. there is no place for them in our lives.
and you may be right.
but there are also words that are secret. hushed up, quiet words. they peek out from corners and shadows. not brave enough to see light, for fear they might be blinded, misread, misunderstood. they are shy words. they lie in slumber, dormant and unwilling to move. these words are not to have their presence felt. for that would be too much. just. too. much. these are the quiet, quiet words. they don't matter. let there be no more mention of them in this passage. let them be dreams. let them be imaginary. let them lie forever in the unexciting planes between the lines.
somedays words are repeated. not repeated to be emphasized. for if they had reason for emphasis, they would be bolded, italized, underlined and struck through. they are repeated because they mean so much. like you. "you". you could say so much with a word like that. a thousand pictures taken with smiley faces shining forth. bright contrasted dagguerotypes that exhibit passion, love, power. these pictures, a thousand of them in total. all screaming you. "you".
i imagine us having a conversation. we've had quite a few of those. many of those because we could. many more of those because we couldn't. some of them, because we shouldn't have. but nevermind the latter. conversations. you and i. see it in your mind. hear us. it's a good time. a happy time. a time for the books. we talk about everything. anything. and sometimes nothing. not everyone has that sort of conversation. heaven forbid if we ever found those words from another's lips. those were our words. our. words. because we are selfish. hell, yes we are! we do not share. we could not. they would laugh. aloud. not unkindly, just uncomprehendingly. there'd be mockery. a farce. we do not share our conversation. those are meant for us. precious. noone else. just us.
but merry-go-rounds have to end. and the world has to move on. the planet orbits in such a way that tomorrow becomes today and today becomes the past. and we cheer at its passage. then we go home, curl up in bed and breathe the heavy breaths of ones who cannot catch up. because we delude ourselves into thinking we are living for the present. but really we're living for the past. and we hold on to that knowledge, in the hope that one day we will understand the way the world works. even as we blow off steam, frustrated that we never do.
this reminds me - there's a dance where people move in a circle, changing partners for a moment and then moving on. it's called casino. and how apt, for each relationship is truly a gamble. and a fluke that two could ever find in each other a shaded area in the venn diagram of life. we partner up, smile and feel for a moment that there's noone else in the circle but us. then the word-command comes, making us move on and we inevitably do. this command, a word, marks the end of that moment. abrupt. cold. unfeeling. but lost in the madness, we hardly feel the loss. we might meet again before the song ends. hope springs eternal, but we live in the autumn of our dreams.
or so we say in that pentatonic litany.
but you and i, we found the words. nevermind what they mean, that's for the future to decide. let's forget that and just celebrate the liberty. after all, we're only here for a moment. for now, we understand each other. even if noone else does. and that... is just enough for us.
DuaGu
"Happy birthday... from the caveboy..."
you should know words. you deal with them everyday. you paint a thousand pictures with one word. and with the thousand pictures you build dreams. shape them. mould them. breathe life into them. there are words, to you, that make no sense. and you hate nonsense-words. they speak nothing, you say. fluffy, puffy, airy-fairy words. there is no place for them in our lives.
and you may be right.
but there are also words that are secret. hushed up, quiet words. they peek out from corners and shadows. not brave enough to see light, for fear they might be blinded, misread, misunderstood. they are shy words. they lie in slumber, dormant and unwilling to move. these words are not to have their presence felt. for that would be too much. just. too. much. these are the quiet, quiet words. they don't matter. let there be no more mention of them in this passage. let them be dreams. let them be imaginary. let them lie forever in the unexciting planes between the lines.
somedays words are repeated. not repeated to be emphasized. for if they had reason for emphasis, they would be bolded, italized, underlined and struck through. they are repeated because they mean so much. like you. "you". you could say so much with a word like that. a thousand pictures taken with smiley faces shining forth. bright contrasted dagguerotypes that exhibit passion, love, power. these pictures, a thousand of them in total. all screaming you. "you".
i imagine us having a conversation. we've had quite a few of those. many of those because we could. many more of those because we couldn't. some of them, because we shouldn't have. but nevermind the latter. conversations. you and i. see it in your mind. hear us. it's a good time. a happy time. a time for the books. we talk about everything. anything. and sometimes nothing. not everyone has that sort of conversation. heaven forbid if we ever found those words from another's lips. those were our words. our. words. because we are selfish. hell, yes we are! we do not share. we could not. they would laugh. aloud. not unkindly, just uncomprehendingly. there'd be mockery. a farce. we do not share our conversation. those are meant for us. precious. noone else. just us.
but merry-go-rounds have to end. and the world has to move on. the planet orbits in such a way that tomorrow becomes today and today becomes the past. and we cheer at its passage. then we go home, curl up in bed and breathe the heavy breaths of ones who cannot catch up. because we delude ourselves into thinking we are living for the present. but really we're living for the past. and we hold on to that knowledge, in the hope that one day we will understand the way the world works. even as we blow off steam, frustrated that we never do.
this reminds me - there's a dance where people move in a circle, changing partners for a moment and then moving on. it's called casino. and how apt, for each relationship is truly a gamble. and a fluke that two could ever find in each other a shaded area in the venn diagram of life. we partner up, smile and feel for a moment that there's noone else in the circle but us. then the word-command comes, making us move on and we inevitably do. this command, a word, marks the end of that moment. abrupt. cold. unfeeling. but lost in the madness, we hardly feel the loss. we might meet again before the song ends. hope springs eternal, but we live in the autumn of our dreams.
or so we say in that pentatonic litany.
but you and i, we found the words. nevermind what they mean, that's for the future to decide. let's forget that and just celebrate the liberty. after all, we're only here for a moment. for now, we understand each other. even if noone else does. and that... is just enough for us.
DuaGu
"Happy birthday... from the caveboy..."