To: Whom It May Concern
To: Whom It May Concern
by halifax
I am afraid to write
What I know
Because if you read it
Then we know
And what we know is always how it is.
I don’t want to be the thoughts in your head
That tell you what we think
I don’t want to be the voice of reason
Because my reasons are my own.
I am afraid you will read my thoughts
And they will become yours
And in the exchange you loose your own.
I don’t want to be alone
But I don’t want it to be us
And them.
I am afraid that what I have to say
Will stop you from saying
What you have to say.
I am afraid that if you tell me what is on your mind
I will loose mine.
I am afraid to write
What I know
Because if you read it
It won’t be mine anymore.
It would be ours.
I am afraid that I will die.
I am afraid to write
Because I will die.
In my words that survive me
Who will I be?
Will I be thought in someone’s head?
What will they do with me?
I love you
And I am afraid that if you and I
Were to share too much then we will become
What you and I are not.
And I love you.
Reading is thinking
and I am afraid
I have been thoughtless.
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holyshitsoup is right…maybe even with alphabets in it. I’ll have to start calling you the introspective detective. How can one think they think too much, well,… While reading this, i imagined Capt Picard resisting Borg orientation. But in real life we are surrounded by Borgs…and they are not Swedish tennis hippies. What I fear is being surrounded by ‘American Idol’ fans talking on their bluetooth earpieces or whatever…
Probably what you’re most afraid of is your poem’s main points being twisted into a rant about a Star Trek episode and crass technology resistant tirades.
i’m gonna play my Pirate game now.
I wrote this as a birthday present to someone I respect and have never met. Happy birthdays Adrian; yours faithfully.
holy shitsoup perfect poem. thank you for describing so much i have felt, ‘koos i wouldn’t of been able to ever do that, not soon enough, anyways.