The person who will spend the rest of my life with me needs to understand that I am mostly made up of water; that simply means that even though I am extremely strong I am also unstable and vulnerable and I usually take the shape of whatever you put me in so that’s why I hope your heart will be close to God and your face will be radiant with righteousness because you see, I am forgetful and heedless and careless and lost and maybe I am looking for a solid anchor to guide me when I can’t find my way and I follow the wind because that’s what the sea does and my tides are guided by the moon - but you see I hope that you will be the sun so that the moon could follow you.
Most of the times I am scared because I don’t really think I could bare the responsibility but when my heart is covered by complete and utter frightfulness I hope you will tell me a joke, maybe be my friend, maybe remind me for a second that I wouldn’t be alone, maybe I am over thinking it, maybe I will fall in to the role all naturally and maybe you wouldn’t notice the thousands of walls I have put in place to protect, maybe you will never really know that I’m seriously contemplating not doing it at all.
Maybe you will understand after all it is said that our names were transcribed next to each other before the creation of the heavens and the earth, maybe you will laugh at me and maybe I will join you and maybe we will look back and think that the unknown future has a way of blending with the past to create this uneasy present but no matter how bad the past is its always funny and maybe it will be funny, maybe in a few years time we will both be scared of something else that the future holds in place for us but maybe will do it together and maybe we will over come that too and maybe that’s when I will realize and learn that this poem was written for two and maybe its cause I have never really met you maybe its because of the fact that you walk the face of planet earth right now probably unaware that I sit here scared but mostly hopeful of what the future holds…
I can't quite recall who wrote this... or where I got it from... (enlighten me if anyone knows). All I DO know is that at one point, it struck a chord. Perhaps it still does.
All this talk of Valentines Day is somewhat depressing for someone like me. Depressing not because I'm single - I've made my peace with that a long time ago - but because it marks the beginning of the end of Summer for us. And everyone knows how much I love Summer.
Then there's that pesky little thing where, for some reason, my marital status or rather lack thereof, seems to be a constant point of contention amongst selected family members and a few so-called friends. You've never seen so many unhappily married people utter their concerns in subtle passive aggressive tones and desperate nuances... because misery loves company, see.
I do find it more than a tad insulting though, that those same people can chalk up everything I've ever attained and achieved, to dismal failures or empty victories at best, based on the fact that I haven't latched myself onto, or have become consumed by someone else's identity. I refuse to be defined that way.
I am however, not against Love in its whole, raw, unconditional, most natural form. It's the only thing that's still good and true in this increasingly wicked world. But I am against consumerism, and moreso, against how people interpret what Love should be... what it should look like... which rules govern it... the confines and constraints in a number of non-existent rules that people tend to force upon others.
Here's to the free-flowing, authentic stuff.