I unburied many things to Dr. Locke, and to some of the friends I made in the past few years. But I still think some things have no explanation and I still have not found a way of translating them into words. I still think some things can have a place only in my heart, and I will keep them there, even if they hurt. Mark rings after work to ask me what time do I want him to pick me up tomorrow. I listen to his voice pronouncing words that make no sense to me and deep down I know I’m not going away for the weekend with him. I’m not going anywhere with him; he was an encore when I needed one, nothing more. We have nothing in common and I know I don’t need encores anymore. I’m not a neglected child who needs protection; I know where I’m going now. I may still be slow, and I stop sometimes because of the burden I carry on my shoulders but I will get there in the end, alone.
Tag: reflection
“Io ho l’abitudine di tacere quando ho troppe cose da dire e troppo di cuore.”
(Guido Gozzano)
[ I have the inclination to remain silent when I have too many heartfelt things to say.]