random post taken from one of “Dearest” entries
unknown author
the 70’s
. . .
there is something in your eyes which tell me that things are not so;
a quiver in your smile revealing the things to be so
through all your transparencies nobody dares to see what is deep within
or are they all afraid to know?
each is trapped within his own prison;
each desperate within his cell
do they ever feel?
only the surface of their protective bubbles touches
you whom they could not comprehend
what injustice is there to be the only one
to appreciate the complexities of oneself?
what unfairness is there to seek the peace of being alone?
you have all the rights not to unfold yourself
leave them happy to their illusions, let them leave you to your own mysteries.
someday, when these things are gone
when you are gone as you wish to be … silently, unknowingly…
i still hope the light of your star will still reach me
. . .
Last Updated on October 12, 2016 by Tudla_Admin
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