this is what we do.
we laugh.
we seek comfort when we ache.
we lash out, we hide, we sleep.
we don't sleep, but instead daydream at night
about the one that got away,
or the one that came back, damaged and smaller than
we remember.
we hurt each other in ways we cannot imagine ever doing.
we hold hands.
we ask forgiveness, and we dole it out unconditionally.
we cry, we weep. for days on end.
we love, and want to love, and want to be loved.
we wonder why, why not, how is it possible, when.
we dress our wounds as best we can.
we whisper and make up new languages and nod knowingly.
we share secrets.
we trade secrets.
we keep secrets.
we live, not always holy and not always wholly.
we demand our days in court. we flirt and marry, drift
apart and back again. we want to be happy and rich,
but mostly happy. and rich.
we blink, we surprise each other. with words
or tiny actions.
we suffer, we weep. we ask forgiveness.
and we dole it out unconditionally.
this is what we do.
Me, mostly, and maybe some other fiction
- Sina (implied bo Bina)
- I collect paint chips. I de-story books. I blow bubbles. I write poetry (mostly) and take pictures. I love vintage Pyrex and Hermosa Beach and mapping southern California. My alter-ego/better half is a fictional character I created named Stella. I write about Stella and her adventures and right now her adventures are set in the Salton Sea, another place I love. I make jellyfish. I've been an art teacher, police dispatcher, floral designer, case manager, project manager, three-time AmeriCorps member and hopefully soon just a regular old administrator. Wanna know a secret? I think I might have a little crush on you, but don't hold it against me.
this sort of came out of left field, which is why i like it when my creativity kicks in. it's like i can assume these roles--painter, pained spouse, playwright. as i was drifting off a little while ago, these words started to rumble. i didn't apply much of an edit, just tried to keep up. i might regret that tomorrow, but i mostly doubt it.
ReplyDeleteinspired by a book i'm reading, a relationship i'd like to have, a relationship that ended, and a romantic leaning towards happy endings.
ran a tiny edit / made small changes. in case you'd like to see the original draft:
ReplyDeletethis is what we do.
we laugh.
we seek comfort when we ache.
we lash out, we hide, we sleep.
we don't sleep, but instead daydream at night
about the one that got away,
or the one that came back, damaged and smaller
than we remember.
we hurt each other in ways we cannot imagine ever doing.
we hold hands.
we ask forgiveness, and we dole it out unconditionally.
we cry. we weep. for days on end.
we love, and want to love, and want to be loved.
we wonder why, why not, how is it possible, when.
we dress our wounds as best we can.
we whisper and make up new languages and nod knowingly.
we share secrets.
we trade secrets.
we keep secrets.
we want to be happy and rich, but mostly happy. and rich.
we blink. we surprise each other. with words or tiny actions.
we live, not always holy and not always wholly.
we demand our days in court. we flirt and marry and drift apart.
we suffer. we weep.
we ask forgiveness. and we dole it out unconditionally.
Don't know how I missed this, Sina. This is so simple and yet pulls the most human parts of us together to a "whole." Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to go play with your fishies now.