No reason, Only Rhyme.

Frozen in time, 

no reason,

only rhyme. 

I feel your arms embrace, 

the feel of happiness, 

at your lips taste.

For a moment we like to think that we are unique, that we are something maybe not above, but different from all else. No matter the common ground we might share with others here and there over time, we always see ourselves as some just a bit altered than the people who surround us. We spend most of our lives believing this; Believing that we have our own dreams, our own goals, that our fantasies are that of which no other could ever match. 

Then there are moments when another speaks our mind aloud. We pause, uncertian, maybe even a little afraid, because we have come so close to realization; A moment where things are almost crystal, that another personn, weather friend or foe, can share something with you that you never thought to be able to share with another. You have thought all your life that you were the one, the only one, and yet there they stand; Maybe a figure you have known your whole life, or one that is fresh and new, and you find equality in them. 

The first emotion you feel is utter pause, confusion, a moment where you dont know what to think, or how to feel. Next is proabbly a little bit of fear, and then comes the sadness. The ache when you realize that you had been wrong about yourself for so many years, that you were not the only one. That there are others like you out there, maybe not in an entirety, but in a way, in pieces here and there. 

Finally, when all before has passed, you are filled with warmth. This is something that I can not put into words, a feeling that is unique, and can never be explained, or described, but only felt. 

All our lives, we strive to be our own person, to make our own pather; To be ture to ourselves. Walking through the phases of life, good and bad; our mantra is to be the only one, to be unique in our ways; And now here you stand, proven wrong, and all you can do is smile. Because though you failed in a life task, you have found someone to share that failing with. 

Someone who fought to be different as well, and together you found that being alike, being yourself and sharing that with another, is sweeter yet. Being unique, different, and yet still true to yourself, while looking into the eyes of another, is a task in life that we all strive to achieve above all else. 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I loved the poetic introduction to this profoundly moving write.. about life and existence... about voices that speak into us, good and bad... the uniqueness of each individual, and our connectedness as well. So very well voiced...