There is a
girl I know who only wants to talk. Yes, the one who also only wants to listen.
First, She
searches for the perfect person, filled with imperfectness and struggle.
She looks
for any sign of restlessness or sometimes absolute peace.
She Yearns
for his eyes and hands and legs and skin to do the talking first. Before those
words emanate.
She Charms
him and she laughs at herself while she desperately looks for the glint in his
eyes.
She adopts
his skin to let him know that “its okay”
She urges
him to feel her pulse just as she feels his.
She talks
about life, the past that was, the present there is and the future there is to
seek.
That's all
she knows. She wants to have conversations about faith, about life, about hurt,
about sorrow, about pain, about childhood memories, about beauty and travel and
everything in between.
She wants
to fall in love.
She wants
to LIVE life. The hair-raising experience like Life. Where tears flow out the
moment you revisit the above. Sometimes with pain, but mostly with nostalgia
and joy.
Like a
Hollywood movie, which is music, drama, action and then a happy ending.
She wants
just a conversation. With someone who is present, someone who is really there with you. Listening to you and all the
words that come out of your mouth.
And
understands them the way u need to be understood. And Vice versa.
And she
waits, with a book, a prayer and a smile.
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Then years
pass, and I meet this girl again.
Is it her
painted toe-nails or the curves of her youthful body, or is it her freckled
skin or the tremor on her lips?
I don't
recognize her, a ghost, searching yearning for a kill, shes lost her childish
charm, her laughter, her gait
A woman who
looks beyond when she looks at you, her eyes searching for her soul, restless
and hopeful
Her
reluctant lips speaking reluctant words, yet articulate, enunciated.
She seems
more content now, yet a desperate discomfort just before she looks away
She hardly
speaks, she doesn't listen. She absorbs my glance and smiles warmly
Noone can
read her, Noone can know.
Noone can
attempt to understand her skin and soul.
The girl
who just needs a conversation, a lost child to a woman.
A woman who
contemplates Life and questions hope.
A woman who
needs not love, not to live life.
A woman who
doesn't just need a conversation.
A woman whose
mind you will never know.
A simple
unique movie plot is awaited, not Hollywood drama.
She tremors
yet keeps calm
As she
waits, Hoping against Hope.
With a
book, a prayer and a smile.
The woman
who doesn't just need a conversation.
