“What do you want to know”
an honest question!
What do I want to know? I want to know everything there is to being human. You’re greatest dreams and your darkest fears, your most closely guarded secrets and your most proudly held beliefs. I’d like to know your thoughts when you gaze under the stars, the words the voices utter that swim upstream against everyone else. The people who mean the closest to you and the people you’d never see again for the rest of your life. The little mutterings we whisper under our breath who long for an ear to reach, yet withering away amidst the multitude of nothings every passing moment. The superstitions we share to no one except ourselves and the adjectives we reserve solely for ourselves.
We glance at thousands of faces every day, some new some old. Most are forgotten instantly, a few etched in our minds till eternity itself. But when do we take the care to look deep inside who we are? Not until you see into my cracks and I see yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out. That’s when we can find those whom we can trust. The people you can think out loud in front of.
We try to act grown-up and listen to each other and understand how the hell you're supposed to insert USB leads. We're looking for something to cling on to, something to fight for, something to look forward to. We have all of this in common, yet most of us remain strangers, we never know what we do to each other, how your life is affected by mine.
We never really know what to do to each other, with each other, for each other.
I’d like to shatter this seemingly impenetrable fortress, to understand if we understand each other. A few moments, frozen in genuine beauty, where you look at someone and you know, from a place deep within yourself, that they are going to mean something to you, that they are rare.
When it comes to this kind of connection, it’s important to understand that energy cannot be created or destroyed — that is a scientific fact. If the depth is there, it cannot be denied, cannot slip through your fingers, cannot be something you successfully run away from due to fear of exposure or battle wounds. You can try to dismiss it, can try to stay protected and hidden from the warmth, but your hiding spot is never watertight — it always catches up to you.
And if it’s not meant to fit within the soul of you, if it’s simply not your love to hold, no amount of bargaining with your heart will anchor it. That is the beauty of discovering the things that stay, the things that fall into place. In a world of billions, in a world where we are all seeking connection but avoiding eye contact, there are remarkable points of impact where you manage to crash yourself into someone who ends up breaking through the exterior. Someone who makes contact with your heart, who grows roots within it. Together, you beat the odds.
Certain people are truly just rare, beautiful drops of borrowed light that find their way to you. You don't feel alien with them. The otherness never arrives. There isn't a version of yourself you have to shed in order to feel connected to them. They see you clearly. You are held there. You are chosen there. Love becomes a safe place to rest your head. A place without artifice, or armour. There are no hiding spots. Everything is unguarded, and unvarnished, and there is freedom in that kind of openness, in that kind of vulnerability.
I want to know, if you’re that someone.