April 24, 2006

Intimacy

If I hear the word again these welling tears will overflow. Intimacy, we discuss, we digress, I wish for the intimacy, the sweltering intimacy but so much more than that, the deepness that is more than an flippant eye connection, whether it be on the subway, through a window or in the darkest moments before sleep in which eyes meet. Is it the communication? The talking, does it have to occur? And is it worth it? To be intimate enough to call it intimate, in a sense that is beyond the sweltering? Beyond the blankets? I find it hard, it is my struggle and as they say the word introvert I identify, I relate and find myself writing while they talk and laugh. Introvert, but I feel being within my vert, my reality, my world, my vortex is worth it, is different and selective. And so I continue to question intimacy; to get is to give and I find myself holding so tightly on to secrets waiting for the moment that I may let them out like a babbling, bubbling brook and yet I foresee no rain, no precipitation that will start this flow. Left to anonymity? Or waiting on intimacy?

3 comments:

Doug said...

I used to wonder a lot of the same things for myself. I think I have my answer. Keep dogs.

Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

Intimacy- to me has always been similar to a chain which attaches one to something which, after a time, one ends up in holdng in great contempt.

I'm still young though.

I imagine we will both figure it out eventually.

Anonymous said...

It's amazing that the two coldest people in blogo world read yours. Don't listen to them Rio. You're at least trying to find yourself in this crazy world. Don't be afraid to feel your passion and your pain. That's what life is about.