Sunday, 14 October 2012
02:11:34 AM (GMT)
I'm going to write you a letter set to music, because any other form of
communication between two artists would be malapropos. I need sound, light, color,
to tell you this, I swear, this is all necessary. Please understand, this is not a
criticism, nor is it an accusation; but I must be honest, and unapologetically say
that I am angry at you. You're so impressive, throwing poetic words every which way,
but still hiding that darkness, that part of you that was hurt and never healed.
What I said was nothing; it shouldn't have even made ripples on your surface. I only
wanted you to know that I'm here. That I appreciate you for what you are. But now
this gross rejection... You don't even know me. But you're going to wish you had.
You'll be sorry, like I am. I'm sorry that two poetic minds met and you pushed me
away, simply because you throw off that shining light to keep everyone back, at a
distance, so no one gets close enough to see the darkness within. But I know what's
inside you. I can see that deep darkness from which you manage to pull such beauty,
and I'll never forget it.