“This spring is cold.” said I to him.
And at that he replied, ”An old soul carries winter .”
“And yet…” said he, “Methinks that you might feel warmth if only you would fall.”
“Fall?!” said I, “Falstaff you mean, for falling is for fools.”
“But fools can teachers be.” said he.
“Spring is a coward anyway and Winter is so brave. I would rather shielded be by icy fortress than slain in open green plain!” This point I made with emotion because it sustained me true.
He looked right through my cold blue depths and quietly he said, “I see my dear that you know not of what sweet Spring is made and for that, I weep for you.”
Startled at his solemnity and wanting for a shift, I queried him about his works and rambled on and on, but staunch in his argument he pointed out to me that his works were based on love, even in tragedy.
What new bit of insanity is this? Surely, my heart is having a lark- a laugh- as most fools do. To be pulling and pushing my thoughts to the desire I had forsaken. Still forsake! Don’t I? Time also is a part of this trick, to make me forget, to weaken my defense. When did I lose sight of the fact that hope is not the thing with feathers? Hope, I know, I know, is the things with daggers.
Timing is so specific all things fall together peace undiscovered worlds torn apart philosophies of philosophers dictate out world’s discussion- Say to me that I can breathe and know my future is not at stake- the wars and the tears rights and wrongs subjective- Say to me that I can breathe and sleep peacefully tonight- answers are so vague clouds black out the light beauty is false and fleeting, can’t you feel the doubt? votes have gone uncounted voices of the people grow weak- Say to me that I can breathe and know my futures not at stake- the wars and the tears the rights and the wrongs subjective- Say to me that I can breathe and sleep peacefully tonight
Feeling her pain- taking on his plight- the world’s tears are falling from my eyes- absorbing love and loneliness- not my own
Sensing fear- seeing sadness- swimming in emotion- sinking in their eyes- knowing my only way of freeing them- is enslaving myself
Cut off from love- trying to live my life- moment to moment- I could be so much more- without the chains that bind me
Letting empathy go- I’d be free