Poem: Silk
'I do not love you anymore'
and there is not the slightest scintilla of proof to support those words,
not when the unfading vibrance still lingers in your eyes or when a name that you whispered as if it was your most precious possession is locked on your lips,
resonating with the beat of your inner voice, it still evokes the same yearning
A secret you can’t hide,
A memory you can’t forget,
Hiraeth that never ends,
I do not say something randomly,
I value analyzing things, seeing the little details people usually miss,
I learn to listen; understanding is belief that is no longer blind or deaf
When the lost soul finds the way home, it is simply overwhelming, even words are not sufficient to describe the feelings
Do not fight the fear you get from it, my love,
it helps reach parts of us that are otherwise inaccessible,
Just let everything take its course without judgment
I know how emotions act erratically, as you tangle with a rampant state of mind to remain sane; slowly shape the wound, and won’t let it dry
Pretending not to know what to care about only keeps you away from the mercy of fortune,
you need to work with yourself and not against it
Sometimes we do not always have to understand why, but it is impossible for something to come from nothing
Thank you for reading!
-Paper White-
