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.
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.
I wrote this as a birthday present to someone I respect and have never met. Happy birthdays Adrian; yours faithfully.
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.