when you add all the days together

The Truth

the truth is no one knows. no one knows another completely. no one knows us completely. there is always something out of sight. tucked in a corner. edited and cropped.

there is no certainty. there are no guarantees. life is uncharted waters. no matter how well you can swim. that doesn’t mean you know the river. we are lost. we are found. we are hurt. we hurt others. love is something we hide. love is something we reject.

tomorrow may not be. what you expect to see. our feelings are so strong. then they all go wrong. and we cannot say why. because we do not know.

our skin recoils at the wrong touch. from the wrong person. and then it begs and cries. for the love of another. it measures fear. it measures love. our skin gets lonely. our skin needs space. but there is nothing worse. than when it aches.

when I want you. there is nothing I can do. I can’t say a word. I won’t let it be heard. and when I want to be alone. I can’t find solitude.

to keep private means to keep loneliness. to be known means to risk rejection. to feel love flow upon us without invitation makes us powerless. then it evaporates and leaves us soulless.

those moments of souls touching. so fleeting, so ephemeral. delirious highs. followed by hollow longings. feeling your breath. hearing your heart beat in rhythm with mine.

so many times. a road not taken. so many times. unable to awaken. so many times. choosing not to take chances. so many times. just dreaming of romances.

do soul mates exist? or do we just compromise? how are we made whole? when we cannot be filled?