to an empty chair
Written by: sarahjrjr
can i even tell you why?
is it not more incredibly fundamental than
anything else?
is it not that i want you like i want life –
unabashedly and without reserve.
without any sort of consciousness, with a hungry
desire that drives me constantly.
with something heady and wild.
i see in you what i want to be in me.
you are what i cannot be. what i hope to be.
unabashedly yourself, yourself and strong.
and i want to understand, understand and
take this in.
you are incredibly alone, and incredibly surrounded.
alone in fate. alone in strength of purpose, in strength of spirit.
and maybe i write too much weight onto your shoulders, but
maybe i write too much weight onto mine.
so this is why, i am discovering, i want to puzzle you out. what made you
this way? what will make me this way?
can i trace this to its beginnings and steal these ways of
being for myself?







