echoes

15/05/2021

I don't think I ever knew you on any level. Personally, emotionally, physically. Maybe our intellects clashed sometimes, but my penetration into your mind had always been negligible. All of this said and kept under consideration, I did feel you. This cannot be said in simpler terms and yet I'm here talking to myself, pretending to text you through a notepad, wondering if you'd still be listening, if you still care. Like you used to.

I did feel you. More than I've ever felt a person before. All of the pressures, the anecdotes, the states of minds, the laughs, occasional tears, the withering away of sudden angers, the unwilting passion in your eyes, a passion of achieving and of reaching the top. I still have a piece of you in my mind. A seclusion still lurks behinds the curtains.