I have heard you across a thousand miles, your voice swimming on the tides of air. And with that, came the many words, and emotions, and hopes.
I heard your intelligence. You charmed me with your wit and trivia. But I also heard a jarring pain. A wound which has not healed. An old sorrow which you try hard to hide. So, in your quest to shield yourself from greater pain, you have built this impenetrable cocoon. And through a tiny slit there, you watch the world. The vibrant and colorful world looks convoluted, twisted and narrow. Harmless words seem to be filled with jibes. Straight ideas look sinister.
I have not seen you, never met you but your voice echoes in my head. I wish I could help you escape those thick, prison-like walls which you have built around yourself. But I know you won't permit me.
We will remain strangers, you and I. Forever, you will remain a voice without a face. Yet, I hope you find the happiness you desire and deserve. The rest....That doesn't matter much.
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