I discreetly steal a glance as he absent-mindedly runs a hand
through his wind-tousled hair. Over steaming cups of cappuccino we talk
Discuss the irrationality of a war spurned by 16 misleading words. He speaks
of democracy, of freedom, and of life, and yet in his eyes I see lifelessness. Ideas, thoughts,
and opinions we have exchanged and exhausted hours ago, and now
we are at a point wherein words have run out, ensconced in silence.
He is here, but his nomadic minds wanders, seemingly like a Bedouin in search
of something he strove to have, but ultimately could not find.
Perhaps he already knows the truth buried inside my heart, for they, too
are embedded in his. Perhaps my silence says it all to clear,
and my eyes betray my rehearsed smile,
and he understands now more than he ever has,
that my heart now belongs to someone else.
We hide behind background noise, and we hide behind the silence,
constantly trying to shroud the truth with a flimsy cloth
made in hopes of clinging to a past that never really was.
He is holding on, and I am holding on
Solely because we fear venturing into territories unknown,
fearing that the waves of destiny would take us far, far away
Into the neverending depths of unfamiliarity.
We cling to each other like ivy on an antiquated, abandoned stone castle,
wanting desperately to flourish
and yet unable to accept the fact
that growing stronger sometimes entails
drifting apart.
of democracy, of freedom, and of life, and yet in his eyes I see lifelessness. Ideas, thoughts,
and opinions we have exchanged and exhausted hours ago, and now
we are at a point wherein words have run out, ensconced in silence.
He is here, but his nomadic minds wanders, seemingly like a Bedouin in search
of something he strove to have, but ultimately could not find.
Perhaps he already knows the truth buried inside my heart, for they, too
are embedded in his. Perhaps my silence says it all to clear,
and my eyes betray my rehearsed smile,
and he understands now more than he ever has,
that my heart now belongs to someone else.
We hide behind background noise, and we hide behind the silence,
constantly trying to shroud the truth with a flimsy cloth
made in hopes of clinging to a past that never really was.
He is holding on, and I am holding on
Solely because we fear venturing into territories unknown,
fearing that the waves of destiny would take us far, far away
Into the neverending depths of unfamiliarity.
We cling to each other like ivy on an antiquated, abandoned stone castle,
wanting desperately to flourish
and yet unable to accept the fact
that growing stronger sometimes entails
drifting apart.
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