The earlier note made me think...
I admire those who lead rock-steady lives. Yes, I do. Would I want it for myself? Or have I been spoilt by storms so much that I might go about shaking even a pretty feng shui-recommended aquarium if I were to ever install it in the house?
And do I live on my own terms? I do things I want, I don't follow anything blindly, but isn't there a push and shove behind the structured 'madness'?
"You go for it!", "Oh, you can't do it like the rest!", "Oh sure, you like Brad Pitt...rubbish!", "You just won't fit in!"...
I hear the noises. To escape I don't shut the door, I hide behind a curtain. The sounds are not stilled, but I cannot see the faces.
Those faces become invisible...and in that I hope to become invisible too.
Yet they find a map to the hidden haven. It isn't that they don't want you to be alone -- they just want to see whether the desolation has eaten you up. The cadaver will give them memories.
I touch myself. The flesh is warm; the heart not yet cold. Even the lines I have drawn on water solidify.
It would seem I leave too many invisible traces behind...
3 comments:
Dear Farzana, I have never seen anything so beautiful in years, such conviction, suchstrenth and such clarity of thoghts that too ina woman blogger..pleased me..I would like to know more about you, I am not rich nor famous but I do think in terms of gender, politics and religion..but I guess humor makes them palatable?
please come by my blog..and Ill be delighted!
Hi toady, I see you have been doing the rounds :) And thank you for the lovely words.
I think women are very clear -- een when they tend to be vacillating, they will say so...I am pretty much what you see here, and worse.
I will visit you someday. The island has been quite comforting, and now I get a message in a bottle!
(oops, I had to remove my own earlier post...)
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