Earthbound
Too many thoughts this evening, this dusk, this night. Overwhelmed by them. So overwhelmed that they merge into a single, tangible thought that beats like a human heart ripped untimely from its bloody chamber, yet no less treasured because of that.
You know how it is. You always do. Yes, I’m addressing you, even though I still can’t look you directly in the eyes. Maybe that is one thing I’ll never manage to do. But I am talking to you. All of you. Each of the lunatics, lovers and poets who I am privileged and honoured to call friends, sometimes confidants, those who understand. Me. This. Life. Existence. Whatever we are caling it this week, this evening, this dusk, this night. You are all in my thoughts, for different reasons.
Because I am missing you intensely. Because we share the same mindset. Because I am meeting you soon and putting a face and voice to the words. Because I want to get to know you more, discover more, uncover those hidden depths. Because I may never meet you, and yet that somehow doesn’t matter at this moment in time. Because I never want to lose that connection. Because we can laugh and cry about those things that no one else would laugh and cry about. Because we have that secret code. Because we’ve been through the same, yet different. Because your words cause fireworks to explode in my mind. Because I’m happy for you. Because I’m sad for you. Because.
Because those are a lot of becauses for a very small number of people. But I would rather have one single voice than a million chattering noises, any day and in every way under this sun and above this earth on which we’re bound.
In my dreams I want to invite you in, sit you down, not say a word, dim the lights, take your hands in mine and play this song to you over and over again. As I have been playing it to myself tonight. Because I understand. Because you will too, I know. Because, because and because. Because you are the lunatics, lovers and poets.
Hope is important, if you listen. If you just listen.
“Down in the basement
Among her things
I opened her boxes
And I found her rings
I offered her money
She said ‘They’re not for sale’
She guards her secrets well.”