If
one truly speaks from the abundance of the heart, then words are not too much
to ask for. If the heart is empty, then silence echoes. Letters are the thin
fabric that binds distant hearts and with all trust let it be the truth. A
truth, not simply outright in complacency to please the other but a truth that
projects the heartfelt thoughts. Hearing what one ought to hear can be
manipulated with lies and if truth be told in such manner, myriad deception or absence of presence occurs. However, if one ought to hear what truly is meant by
the speaker, then there is no other window to where the connection is evident.
I
am troubled and lost at times for actual presence is at bay. I do not wish to
delude myself with my own echoes, but let those be coming from you. Your lips
taste sweet and your body warm, but words comfort the soul. A vessel without
the within is an empty husk. If it be wine, water or piss then let me drink
either through my ears.
My
heart’s desires and my thoughts speak often to remind who am I to you. A
delicate touch could compensate but not now. Touch me with words. Let me know
what am I to you. Render yourself naked before me by speaking. Please do speak
without veils. I yearn for your thoughts.
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