A glance in the midst of silence.
Huh. Not what I used to be? What am I now that I wasn't before? I'm still the same, oh yes I am. The same face, the same hands, the same person.
No, you're not. You're gaunter, paler, colder. Your hands are scientific, no longer animated. Your humour is sharp where it once was sincere. You're you, yes, you, yes, you, yes, you, but you're not, you're, not, you're, not, you're, not.
A glance in the midst of silence.
But how am I not what I used to be? How have I changed from who I was then? I've changed, yes, I've grown out of my faults. My sorrys, my lack of confidence.
Yes, you've grown. But why? For what reason? Why? Your mellow sincerity, your manners are all gone now. Your tongue is now sharp where once it was silken. You're you, yes, you, yes, you, yes, you, but you're not, you're, not, you're, not, you're, not.
A glance in the midst of traffic.
Why, then, do these walls now come tumbling up? School is a place you should build them right down. I'm still the same, please believe me. The same face, the same hands, the same person.
Huh. Not what I used to be? What am I now that I wasn't before? I'm still the same, oh yes I am. The same face, the same hands, the same person.
No, you're not. You're gaunter, paler, colder. Your hands are scientific, no longer animated. Your humour is sharp where it once was sincere. You're you, yes, you, yes, you, yes, you, but you're not, you're, not, you're, not, you're, not.
A glance in the midst of silence.
But how am I not what I used to be? How have I changed from who I was then? I've changed, yes, I've grown out of my faults. My sorrys, my lack of confidence.
Yes, you've grown. But why? For what reason? Why? Your mellow sincerity, your manners are all gone now. Your tongue is now sharp where once it was silken. You're you, yes, you, yes, you, yes, you, but you're not, you're, not, you're, not, you're, not.
A glance in the midst of traffic.
Why, then, do these walls now come tumbling up? School is a place you should build them right down. I'm still the same, please believe me. The same face, the same hands, the same person.
posted by Kahloke | 1:04 AM
2 Comments:
I have nothing clever to say, nothing consoling. Nothing to say at all, really. Only that this is my favourite entry of yours, by far. I very much enjoyed reading it.
I also wanted to say que je suis la même. Je suis tellement dur maintenant. And I am sorry that you have only known this froid, dur moi. As for you, I did not know you before October, so I can not judge very well. I have noticed a change in you, but how much is the turbulence in our relationship and how much is a change toward everyone, I can not say. Mais doute jamais, je suis ici si tu veux parler.
I apologise for the bilingual comment. Certain things have to be said in French to be real to me, for their true meaning to come across. I know you will understand, so I shall not be too concerned.
ah...
the wall
I'm not just another brick am I?
darling
thank you for the bedtime story
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