Autoethnographies
I used to think that I was incapable of emotions. But now my heart flutters for the strangest of things.
For the cranes crossing the street, a passing car separating a child from the rest on the other side.
For the full moon in the morning sky, its strong glow still seen past the clouds.
For the early touches of pink when day breaks,
For the silent hum of the night,
For a bowl of food left untouched,
The care put into it gone to waste,
For memories of a time long gone,
For a future that hasn't yet come to past,
My heart yearns for a feeling it does not understand,
Or has it been too long since it's been last felt?
The hum of your voice
The emptiness when it's gone
The smiles, the jokes, the insecurities
The comfortable silence, the acceptance
The way you make me feel like me
Do you feel like you?
I really do wonder
How you feel about all of this -
If you told me we're fated
Two halves of the same hourglass
I wonder
Would I believe you? Would you believe me?
I want to become strong enough to stand by your side,
To explore our worlds together,
Because in your eyes I see the universe
And in the universe I see you.
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The inspiration for the title of this update results from procrastinating on reading this autoethnography that I've been sitting on for the past three hours... Also me trying to write a happier piece compared to the other ones preceding it.
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