Simple words.
Remember to use simple words.
Simple words to describe simple emotions.
But is love simple? Is it even what I feel? I doubt great romances have started in this fashion: with no courting dances, no knowing looks and laughs that try to hide fear and uncertainty. We should talk - in simple words. I like you - sure, sure.
Not look at the other and convey too many feelings. Not acknowledge the contradictory storms inside - do you feel the same? To some degree, sure. But do you feel the same? As if your mind is an ancient scripture I have learned by heart, trying in vain to translate the non-existing language, only for you to visit me in this life and patiently fill in the blanks - giving understanding to things that I already know, to words that have become second nature.
Because this cannot be love, only. Sure, it's at the centre, but this love can also be friendship. It can be a work-relationship (aren't we a wonderful team?)
Or a muse and an artist? (although you're more than a muse, a whole exhibition I simply copy onto papers and canvases, not very "artistic").
Or, really and silly, you are autumn, which I use as a blanket to hide from the rains and only enjoy the colourful maple leaves.
But I digress. And degrade. And fail too! - to use simplicity to communicate my thoughts.
But you see, whenever I used those simple words - raw and vulnerable - the only answer I heard was laughter. So I disguise my thoughts in these pretty metaphors - others will look and admire the 'big words', neither understanding nor condemning them. I hope you will patiently solve this puzzle and see something simple in it - and share it with me.
"See...? You're very human too".
"What a relief".
Cue my laughter.
YOU ARE READING
To you, I sing across the moon
PoetryOne day I sat down and spun a story to the stars above. Hoping they can keep a secret. But the moon, that traitor, turned around and told you everything I said. About you. And about this world. All my little idle thoughts grew roots and flesh. No...
