A night or so ago,  I had the opportunity to share in a deep conversation between myself and a good friend of mine, in which we covered a mirad of topics to their bare essence of existence. Since I've chosen this site to be my forum for written thought, I'm going to share a poem, which I wrote shortly after our conversation.



Here is "The Deepest Dialogue"

Deep on this bleak winter night we were talking through souls and a mutual connection was formed through our confiding. As we laid our secrets for each other to bear, I believe we struck a cord, as the conversation grew deeper still.

“For months now,” you said, “I’ve been on the verge of something and I may have just let out all of my failed aspirations, though I’ve rather quickly healed.” I said, “I’ve read your posture, your face, and the tone of your voice, and I’ve seemed to find that you’ve grown happy still.” And you said, “I’ve let this bed lay very unrest for the very last time and because of my strive, I now live happy as I once did.”

I’m so happy that we had this open forum together.

And I’m enjoying this openness that we’re experiencing together.

As the talk progressed, we reminisced and spoke of things once ill. You said, “What would have happened if this shit wouldn’t have gone down? Would we be as we are or would’ve become completely different?” I said, “Yes, it’s true we’re products of fate, but it’s not to suggest that we should regret or want to change what’s been.” And you said, “I agree.” And I went on, “And I’m so glad they turned out the way that they did.”

I’m so happy that we had this open forum together.

And it’s an uplifting feeling to be this revealing together.

I said, “It feels so strange to be center of the emotional foci and somehow all near gravitate to confide in me.” You replied, “It’s not a really good thing to dispose of this identity and I sympathize as I too experience the same.” And I said, “I feel relieved to be in the presence of similar company and I’m sure you feel the same, as we’re both analyzing this conversation.”

I’m so happy that we had this open forum together.

And I feel so supported and absorbent as we intrigue together.

“I too feel gun shy in the thought that I might get shot down. Well, I too once thought hiding was a tool. So as we’re confiding, you need to stop guilt-tripping you and make yourself more emotionally available.” But I said, “What if some day I chose to leave and have to end it somehow?” “Than you’re done before you start, but it shouldn’t have to end that soon.”

I’m so happy that we had this open forum together.

And it feels so healthy to be having this conversation together.

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Of course, I chose not to give to much detail for the sake of confidentiality that was entrusted.

In other news, I'm still plugging along on the second novel; trying to get over a new hurdle in the storyline. I'll figure it out soon.



Nite everyone!



j.