Why do you follow me, with your eyes and your footsteps and your nerves?
Have I failed in teaching you not to fear a few moments of solitude?
I walk in the cracks between lighthearted acknowledgement and oppressed resignation.
I follow you because you are me and I am you.
I am not afraid. I am transfixed by the patterns of your certainty.
I quiver with awareness of your lightness and your oppression.
What do you wish for?
You teach me courage. I fear I am not enough.
I wish for perfection. All the senses coalesced, an end to dissonance.
You teach me to live in the world. I fear chaos.
Tell me something.
I talk to you all the time.
Do I read you wrongly?
Only when you forget to use all your senses.
I want to tell you something important.
Are you listening?
I am always aware.
I don’t always want to be.
Do you already know what I want to say?
I don’t know. Haven’t we said enough?
Radha and A.