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3:28am May 28, 2014

catulla:

youneedacat:

kelpforestdweller:

Dreaming of letting go of words, feeling the far richer weight of what else can pass between us. That it may be possible to find someone who shares a language with me. That we may, for once, speak untranslated.

I hope you find that.

I did.  When I least expected it.  When I’d long since given up, despite being sure in the past that it could happen.  And it was, is, and continues to be completely magical.

When we saw the tree, and our hands were mirrors and we laughed, and then we cried. A nexus of lines that made you weep. The coolness of brushed steel against our palms. I’m glad to have all of you with me when the walls come down, even if for moments all too fleeting. You know who you are.

I look without hearing, and hear without meaning inside

And the feelings in there I can’t seem to share, it hurts sometimes
There are you are like a mirror and it all comes together
We never have to ask how why or whether we agree
To simply be
I look without seeing, a world without meaning to find
And when it’s turned empty that world seems so scary and I’m left behind
There are you are like a mirror and it all comes together
We never have to ask how why or whether we agree
To simply be
I give without trying, and love without lying to me
And when every blank stare says you’re going nowhere, I can’t break free
There are you are like a mirror and it all comes together
We never have to ask how why or whether we agree
To simply be
-Donna Wiliams