… because there is always judgment in people’s minds. we pretend we don’t judge. we pretend understanding… and compassion… and care. but many times, that is not what we truly feel. and the sad part is we don’t even realize it… because we don’t pause to think about what we really feel. we always have another agenda, and that agenda drives everything we do. and even this we vehemently deny.
just how rose-tinted must our world be? sometimes, it’s good to take off those misleading shades and see life in true color. it beats the hell out of the many-hued hues of pink we think we like to see. but, then… truth. what about it? yes… what about it?
i watched, earlier this evening, as a large group of adults, including myself, took a collective gasp at something one man said to another because he felt a “difference” between himself and that man. first… he made a statement. and then… he asked a question. a question that implied a judgment… and a sentence. so the full flow of it was, i am declaring that this is who you are and why is it you’re this way? why can’t you be normal… like me?
normal… he said.
why must we do this to one another?
so i escape… sometimes… to you. something about you feels comfortable… and wholesome… and good. something clean about the parchment beige of your pages… pure and unlined. something elemental and primitive about your leather binding. something cleansing about writing inside you with no end in mind. something truthful and humble and secure. something visceral about extracting untainted thought from my mind… my soul… and delivering it to your pages… your pages that never ask questions… never impose thoughts… but silently… reverently… receive my thoughts stripped of all hues of pink. my thoughts that i should never voice. my judgments that i should never share. because your pages that ruffle with the crispness of freshly-washed linen… hung out to dry in the sun… suffice.
you whisper to me, tell me your darkest thoughts, nevine. feed me your soul.
you promise, i will never breach a confidence.
you promise, i will never scorn… or judge… or ridicule.
and i believe you.
and i give you everything.
i tell without hesitation… because there are things we wish to tell that should never be told.
i tell you.
and you take… without pause.
and i rest… without burden… in breast… or stomach… or mind.