close yet far
this time i hear voices, which mean well, asking, advising, extolling, requesting, ordering me to wait and watch. to see the roll of the dice, the flow of the river, to not go too fast, to not jump in.
why should i listen to them? coz i find my own voice not powerful enough? coz i am tired of being spontaneous and then being cut down? coz i am vary of walking down the garden path and turning around to find no one with me?
but then there is no one who can say for sure: me or the voices. this story has never been lived ever before. how will anyone know its outcome? this time has not happened, these people have never met, these emotions have never been felt.
the unfortunate part lies not in the being belted down, it lies in the subconscious fear of over stepping, of showing or saying or doing something that will be misconstrued as something else. the sadness is about meaning more and saying less. not interacting the way you would like to, but the way you should. true we all wear masks, so what is the great crime to humanity if i wear yet another. but then what if i don't want to wear a mask? what if i want to let go? what if i just want to lie back, stare at the ceiling and let my mind and my words come out without thinking them through? what if i challenge the fact that we are in the business of creating perceptions? what if i want to let go of the veils and be recognized for myself? what if i refute the fact that a projection would be closer to sanity than reality itself? what then?