Sometimes I forget
When I sit down at the desk
And my finger
sprawl out upon the keys
To type out feelings and daily scenes,
There's a person on the other end to receive.
A being sitting on the opposite side behind the screen
Precisely,
This.
Is not a one way street.
There is someone else there who feels
Someone who lives and breathes
And sins and steals
He loves and hurts and cries and heals.
And then
there's me
Selfish me.
Who doesn't bother to think
That there should be
A person on the other side
Who I could love or hurt
Who cries, but heals.
I know I have been
That someone before;
I loved, I hurt
I cried
And I, too
hope to heal.
So when I sat down this morning,
I thought some more
Of you: a life unseen but real
And I remembered you
That 'someone' on the other side
Who can feel
Though at times I forget this truth
So fingers dancing
on letters I spoke
Words not forgetting
Your soul to whom these feelings
Would evoke
Messages of hope and hate
Absolute love, angry rage
Everything good, everything bad.
Everything in life
That I have had at.
There.
There was, behind the glow
of the white with black swirls
That danced to life
A man.
He was
Someone on the other side
Who could feel.
He loved.
He hurt.
He cried.
He healed.
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»scatter-minded«
Poesíawe laugh, we cry. we love, we hate. we live, we breathe, we feel. life is said to be a roller-coaster ride, a puzzle, a journey, a story. and sometimes all that's needed is a little pause, to take a breath and contemplate all of its little matters...
