A Revolt Against the Self(ish)
I should be thinking on Shakespeare who is supposed to be the most important man in my life. My life should be devoted to research and writing...
And what do I do instead?
I think of you, I cannot stop thinking of you...
I think of you, I cannot stop thinking of you...
My rational side says I have to avoid virtual encounters, that what I feel is just the excitement of novelty, that I have to keep my mind busy with Shakespeare, that you CANNOT turn my world upside down.
But then, there is my other side, for which I still do not have a name, saying that you are unique in this world, forcing me to remember your hands and the way you used to look at me, echoing your words over and over, giving me a whole picture of what I missed so I can figure out what this new beginning could bring... But nothing is the same, things are harder than before.
I do not want to fall again, it would be unbearable this time.
However, I want you to be here. What for? I am not sure, but I want the door to be open for you...
But then, there is my other side, for which I still do not have a name, saying that you are unique in this world, forcing me to remember your hands and the way you used to look at me, echoing your words over and over, giving me a whole picture of what I missed so I can figure out what this new beginning could bring... But nothing is the same, things are harder than before.
I do not want to fall again, it would be unbearable this time.
However, I want you to be here. What for? I am not sure, but I want the door to be open for you...
Comments