engulfed in stolen moments..

"My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive."
-Jorge Luis Borges


it's so different to see words exist .. to not read them but hear them now .. to have a voice, a breath enliven the broken words we shared .. a beauty that was only .. black and white .. and your voice touched it .. and it's real .. for this moment .. as long as it may last ..
..

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the undying depth of dark
that burns and begins with me..
and how much i wish i could share a glimpse
but no more than darkness you'd see ..


and i'm letting my words slip in silence again
for you thought for a moment, that my tears lied ..
and i with no words could ever explain
that from you, there is no more worthwhile to hide ..

.. and there is not one word you hid .. not one thought unspoken .. and i wondered how lucky i must be, to know you the way you know yourself..

secrets never slip, they are only told ..
seldom shared, but passed onto hold
by the eyes that will now feel your tear
and turn beauty of every feeling you fear ..


and i didn't know voices can stare ..
turn pages of life and there are no masks anymore .. for someone is reading that which is never put down in words ..
the silences i wrote .. in the pages of eternity ..

and then you ask me, if i would be your friend?
and we lay our broken lives
and begin putting it together ..
smiling and staring at our own voices ..and each other's
wondering how long this path is ..
whereon we are travelling together..
and we wish to not see if it ends..
for maybe these stolen moments, have made us friends ..