Together With You

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

Together, alone, we live our century. Crucified on the X-axis, disassembled into the smallest grievances and shortcomings, torn apart by anger, we love each other with a crazy love of misunderstanding ourselves. Write, write, writer, your lines will go to the same emptiness that gave rise to them, they will go through hours of waiting and reunite with the Other by drawing a deep furrow on his forehead, and maybe in his soul. Plowing this field is not given to everyone, and not everyone can take the mental plow of a plowman into their dried up arms. To be together means to be for oneself in the presence of the Other, overcoming the temptation to surrender or take the excess, hearing the beating of another heart at a distance of life and warming it with the warmth of your cold soul. There are two of them and they feel good. He is alone and she is alone, and it is good for them together, to grieve about the former loneliness, passed together, gaining confidence on the way that this Other will be able to endure this tearing union and remain alive at the same time. There are no guarantees, everything is very fragile, the more years, the fewer connections and the thicker the thread, everything can break off at any moment of awareness of the past death. The two of them.

The caravan of time slowly drags on through the desert of inconsolable suffering from its own existence, on the way every year it becomes one link less, the goods fall from the tired back, silks and gold are scattered on the hot desert sand, but no one can lift it, in this way the losses are not replenished … We only lose without gaining anything in return. The sun devours me with its gaze, I melt and burn, I evaporate into a gray cloud above your house, every drop of rain is my regret for being late for you, I am forever stuck in the desert in search of an oasis on the way to the market where I would sell yourself for the right not to be Other.

I and the Other, I and You, I and It, I and I, how many of us are there, unknown by our own I, unbridled, unfulfilled, forgotten. I need Another, I don’t know why yet, but I do. I was confused, poured heavy mercury on the floor of the room of knowledge, I am waiting for a suitable vessel, which could be You, but the matter of time turned out to be the work of human hands, and the vessel has to be sculpted by myself.

I look down on you from my traumas and see only my detachment from the coming healing. Love? Perhaps, but I experience myself in a different way, it is dark and cold there on the other side of love, the silver shine of the moon adorns my exile, I hide from love, and I have the right to do so. Together, it's easier for me to be alone, and you know it, yes, you know it like no one else, because you are the same. Noticing great beauty in a moment of weakness, stopping and swallowing it, living in oneself and becoming beautiful to match oneself, but this is not as pleasant as just seeing it in the Other. Alas, I am too blind for myself. Eh, to be a little bit more tolerant of the Other, eh, what a pity, what a pity that I cannot endure this pain of acceptance, what a pity that everything hurts so much.

To be together means to live in a world filled with the sensations of the Other's presence in you, the sensations of oneself in the Other, in contact with the eerie awareness of one's impossibility to be near oneself at the moment of being absorbed by the Other. This dialogue can bring happiness, provided that you can keep it in your perception. The happiness between you, it is yours and that of the Other, it is so the same and so different, it is completely unreal, and you and I know this, therefore we are able to keep it.