how did it come to this?
There are no tangible routes from your place to mine. No roads, no seas and no skies for me to cross. But when you strip away all the roads, skies and seas what do you have left? It’s the intangibles that matter; the intangible road that leads me to you. Night upon night I ride on the waves of imagination. Cross the sea of doubt and scale the walls of your heart, like Romeo to the balcony that is to be his death. I rendezvous you while the oblivious world sleeps on. The world is foolish and small, and when we are together we overcome the confines of the corporeal and surpass what the world has to offer. Such little delights that Man seek for. Marriage. Love between Man and Wife. Money enough to stuff one dead. Money enough to keep one alive beyond natural causes, one’s skin so parched and distorted toddlers mistake them to be of reptilian descent. Happiness? “We are happy.” Is happiness a tangible? We seek for none of that.
Our nightly routine becomes my rejuvenation. The resurrection of my soul. Where others fall and tumble down into the deep dark pit of passionless grief of being stuck together we stand tall and sneer down at them, our faces awash with bliss and tender glory. What a dreadful sight we must be to them, our bright faces and light fluttery fingers in contrast to their bleak and grimy ones – sticking out like a sore thumb. It must be difficult to see from all the way down; from our high vantage point we see everything: the landscape that is to be our happiness. Together. Only when we are together can we achieve great things. Things that people can only daydream about. Things that are felt not only with our hearts, but with our heads, souls and bodies too. A cliché we are not afraid to announce with every ounce of ourselves.
When we strip away the tangibles, it’s the intangibles left that matter. That is what we yearn for. And that is what we seek.
