Sitting with me

Raymond Klutse
2 min readMar 23, 2022

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Can I unwind the knots in my thoughts? Photo by Sage Friedman on Unsplash

I have been clasped in my thoughts for these past few days

I have listened to my heart pulsate and my veins rhythmically obey

Sometimes it’s fear. Other times it is glade

But through the meandering synopsis of the surreptitious incongruity of my thoughts

I’ve come to love being with me

I’m learning to sit and probe my thoughts

I’m learning to draw the curtains in anticipation of dawn

Does to much joy and energy suffocate?Photo by Joe Caione on Unsplash

As a sanguine diced with Mel and Col, it’s been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.

Constantly having to create virtual beings in my room who will hopefully regurgitate the energy I give

Sometimes it was you but you didn’t even realise

But when the phones are down, and the shields are withdrawn

I have one person to face, ME!

Which idea is ideal? Photo by Ross Sneddon on Unsplash

Stuffed with energy as a bulldozer, and lips as swift as game trying to escape a potential master

With ideas suffocating my lung and also shattering my ribs

I could wine and cry,

Dine until my soul is dry

But time still demands that I deal with me

Clandestinely I want to lose my shoes and find them in your corner

Cause maybe you fitting them will make me see life just a tint clearer

Can they still be mine whilst we sojourn the mines of unknown pearls and glistening rocher

Will I lose me if I step into the reality of you being also me?

Adiós but not for long. Photo by serjan midili on Unsplash

Can you hear my thoughts? Are they loud enough?

Can you feel my words, are they soft enough?

Can you see my heart, is it running fast enough?

Can we still be one, even in our uniqueness

I’ll lay these questions at my doorstep and hope your heels pick up one note on your way out.

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Raymond Klutse
Raymond Klutse

Written by Raymond Klutse

A multipod, navigating my creative mind as I do tech || 2 Cor 4:7

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