Feel

You know, sometimes you just get tired of feeling the same thing over and over again you want to stop feeling.

Books

It just suddenly crossed my mind, 'I want to read your book'.

You know, my book is crystal clear.
It's not like I write it down, at least not more than scraps of it, but it is always there.
I mould it in my solitary moments, I put words to it, I can read it out loud to anyone.

But you, you are not that kind of person.
You probably don't think about it. You feel. You're always that kind of person.
Even from your feelings, some of them are not yours. A few people, whom you specially let to, put words to them. And once they do, the idea of your feelings changes too.

That's why, although I can read you like a book myself, once upon a time, I'm curious.

What will you write?

How do you describe all the events we had?

What am I to your life?

Do you feel bad about it?


I asked, but none of your answers are yours. They are merely poor projections of your feelings.

You see, even though I am not part of your book, it is also fine.
It will probably still sadden me a bit, but I won't be surprised.
You're that kind of person, after all.

I'm merely curious, of how you see the color of life, from behind your glasses.

"Give Me all you've got left, all the rest of it,
though you think it is impossible,
trust Me."