Something to Share: Tenderness

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December 17, 2002

Tenderness

“I stay in spring and wait for the green light to come. All I need is tenderness, simply tenderness…”
Tenderness is a zephyr. It flows around me and covers my body and soul under the mild sun. It blows me to the infinity of happiness and never makes me tired.

Tenderness is freedom. It only watches me pace to and fro. It never bothers me, on the contrary, it lets me do what I have to or go where I ought to be. It is there, at the same place, staying for all time. I can always find its fingerprints over there whenever I need it.

It stays by my side with looks of understanding. Silently, it gradually melts together with me. Drown in complete happiness and protection, vision of truth finally vanishes. Since there is no use to think too much in sobriety, I fall asleep without awareness.

In this world, noise is overwhelming out there. Tenderness always whispers. It is a voice that is affectionately gentle. It is never loud, but just right to move me deep down, and that is how I can feel the unimaginable happiness. Please do not speak out loud, or the angst hidden in my heart will be awakened. Sleeping freely above the tranquil sky has always been the biggest wish of mine, so please don’t ever wake me up or trigger my consciousness.

Tenderness is all about taking care of each other, relying on each other and forbearing each other. It helps me find the greatest kind of happiness and see the most beautiful miracle in this world. It softly pushes a tear trickle down my cheek, and the feeling of wanting to be cuddled flows again. Once it obsesses and hypnotizes me, I can never awake from the wonderland. Even when I open my eyes again, what I see is only wild wild grassland where I can find no borders. And I start to realize that I am drunk.

A thing does not exist as long as we don’t think about it. This world seems have nothing in it as long as we don’t say a word. So I try to remain silent, therefore, you have to remain silent, too. Hush... Just breathe with me quietly. I don’t need a sound, I don’t want a thing from you. I don’t want to think, I don’t want you to ask, I don’t need you to understand. What I need is your tenderness, all I need is your tenderness.

I stay in spring and wait for the green light to come. All I need is tenderness, just tenderness...

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