Separation.
So what is separation really then, she wondered. Was togetherness just being together?
Is togetherness sitting next to each other in front of the TV set? Listlessly and blankly staring at those stupid silly ads day after day like empty shells instead of looking at each other?
Is it sticking around the whole day? Making wild plans? But then they never really listened to each other! Their attention was on their phones and the people and everything else. When you express your love by saying 'I love you' everyday but don't even feel a thing. Expression comes out of habit.
And what would you call the feeling of comfort a child gets with her/his soft toy? The anguish and great discomfort felt when this unresponsive shoulder is taken away from them? That had to be separation.
Was it when you weren't really together but every fibre of your being wished otherwise? Being separate doesn't change the fact that they were your people. So that whenever you met, you just pick from where you left off?
Or when the world says you have truly been separated. When you've buried them or burnt them and nothing remains. But yet, you wake up every day, feeling that nothing's changed. You've always been together with them and that will always stay the same.
"The ones who love us never really leave us."
Funny this world. Sometimes here being apart meant being together.
Is togetherness sitting next to each other in front of the TV set? Listlessly and blankly staring at those stupid silly ads day after day like empty shells instead of looking at each other?
Is it sticking around the whole day? Making wild plans? But then they never really listened to each other! Their attention was on their phones and the people and everything else. When you express your love by saying 'I love you' everyday but don't even feel a thing. Expression comes out of habit.
And what would you call the feeling of comfort a child gets with her/his soft toy? The anguish and great discomfort felt when this unresponsive shoulder is taken away from them? That had to be separation.
Was it when you weren't really together but every fibre of your being wished otherwise? Being separate doesn't change the fact that they were your people. So that whenever you met, you just pick from where you left off?
Or when the world says you have truly been separated. When you've buried them or burnt them and nothing remains. But yet, you wake up every day, feeling that nothing's changed. You've always been together with them and that will always stay the same.
"The ones who love us never really leave us."
Funny this world. Sometimes here being apart meant being together.
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