| Leave It As It Is, It's Fine |
| Are you thinking of me right now? Right this very second, are you picturing me in your mind? Do you hold imaginary conversations with me? What do we talk about? Do we talk of what we have been doing that day? How the weather has been? Or do we speak of things a little closer to the heart; What are our fears? Our desires? Our innermost secrets? In your mind, through your eyes, how do my eyes look? Are they glassy? Are they distant? Intent? Can you see my soul through my eyes, with your eyes? Do you take notice of the clothes I am wearing? Or do you look a little deeper than that? Do you try to imagine what I am thinking? Am I mysterious? Do you feel as though I am holding something back? Do you scrutinise the flaws on my face as I do when I peer in the mirror? Or do you look at me as a whole? How exactly do you percieve me? Do you analyse me? Do you try to read between the lines? Or is it a case of 'What you see is what you get'? Do you notice any effect when you say certain things to me? What are my reactions And to what do I react? What emotions can you describe that you are feeling right now? Hatred? Love? Or something in between? Is something in between possible? Can you both hate and love someone all at the same time? Is that a stronger emotion than solitary love or hate? Do you ever imagine how things might have been given a different situation, different circumstances, different times? What if something simple like a pen running out of ink caused a chain of events that ensured we never met. How would our lives be different? Would you miss me? Even though you didn't know that I existed, would you long for something more, not knowing what it was? Do you believe everyone who crosses your path of life does so for a reason? What is the reason our paths have crossed? What have you learnt from me? And what have I learnt from you? I have seen your face a thousand times, but would I be able to describe exactly where every beauty spot is, every mark, every blemish? If we met in another lifetime, would we be drawn to each other in the same way? Would we experience the same emotion and think the same thoughts concerning each other? Or would we walk straight past, too caught up in our own little worlds to notice each other? Would you wish for us to meet in another time or place? Do you have any regrets? Would you take the risk of re-writing our history? Or would you leave it as it is and move on to the next chapter of your life, satisfied that the previous chapter was written with skill, wit and enthusiasm? |