Relative Strangers
Have you ever looked at someone you’ve known for so long and realize you don’t even know each other anymore?
Relative strangers staring eyeball to eyeball, trying to reconnect the dots to a beautiful pattern that once existed, friendship.
I can’t help but wonder can lost love ever be rekindled? Two estranged lovers trying not to find the joy of each other’s company. Allowing hurts dictate their steps, allowing it guide their emotions, trying to prove a point. We are actually the only ones standing between ourselves a d happiness.
I prompt you, take a look at the mirror for ten minutes and watch you see yourself thrust into a history. Thrown into an oblivion in which you no longer exist. See your features transform into that of a stranger. You will realize, you don’t know yourself. In fact you never did. You were only a shadow figure pouncing about trying to be you. And those frown lines are the struggles of your inner beast trying to get out.
As I look into the eyes of my many lovers, I realize distance and time has changed more than we expected. But we still strive for relativity, to be that familiar voice we always knew. We still fight with deadly cold silence that walks into the room with random questions it each took us ages to come up with.
We warm the room up with distance smiles that bring good memories into our heart, reminding us of the joy and strength in each other’s company. The chuckles send out a message of hope for better times.
So even if we were in a room alone a story would still be made, because friendship is the story of two or more people striving to share lessons and the joy of each other’s company. Refusing to let go of memories made in hopes of more to be made and just being there for one another so that even if there is cold silence the heat is in the emotions we share.
-JayB
Relative strangers staring eyeball to eyeball, trying to reconnect the dots to a beautiful pattern that once existed, friendship.
I can’t help but wonder can lost love ever be rekindled? Two estranged lovers trying not to find the joy of each other’s company. Allowing hurts dictate their steps, allowing it guide their emotions, trying to prove a point. We are actually the only ones standing between ourselves a d happiness.
I prompt you, take a look at the mirror for ten minutes and watch you see yourself thrust into a history. Thrown into an oblivion in which you no longer exist. See your features transform into that of a stranger. You will realize, you don’t know yourself. In fact you never did. You were only a shadow figure pouncing about trying to be you. And those frown lines are the struggles of your inner beast trying to get out.
As I look into the eyes of my many lovers, I realize distance and time has changed more than we expected. But we still strive for relativity, to be that familiar voice we always knew. We still fight with deadly cold silence that walks into the room with random questions it each took us ages to come up with.
We warm the room up with distance smiles that bring good memories into our heart, reminding us of the joy and strength in each other’s company. The chuckles send out a message of hope for better times.
So even if we were in a room alone a story would still be made, because friendship is the story of two or more people striving to share lessons and the joy of each other’s company. Refusing to let go of memories made in hopes of more to be made and just being there for one another so that even if there is cold silence the heat is in the emotions we share.
-JayB
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