meaning

people say alot of things that don't really mean anything. have you ever noticed that? we say alot of stuff to just get us from one point to the other, one moment to the next. what if all the fluffy stuff was removed? what if all the "small" talk was cut out, and we only communicated our direct and immediate needs, feelings and thoughts. somedays, i feel like everything coming out of my mouth is just garbage, verbal litter, waste.

not that i'm "profane" in the vernacular sense at all. i don't make a habit of talking in a vulgar manner when i can help it (and you pretty much always can). there are just simply times when i slow down, and marvel at how much loose information rolls through my head, down my tongue and out into the wide world. so much of it is superfluous, so much of it - pretty, funny, silly as it may be - is just decoration.

there are unique friends in my life, and unique encounters i hold dear. people and meetings with people that are rich and seamless. full of thought, full of what is real to us - either collectively, or individually - and we are all interested in it. we want, no desire, to hear and to savor and to ponder. these people are normal people, it's just that i love them, and i can pick up conversation again without the flirtation and unease of day to day acquaintance.

i'm beginning to understand "yearning";
a longing for something more
and something less
grows inside me.

it's as simple as silence

(and as rich as shared secrets)

as clear
as
running
water
and as deep as the pool it falls into.