there is a depth in you that you hide from the world. one where you keep your most earnest dreams and wishes and desires. you even hide this depth, this roiling place --can you call it a place if you yourself, the keeper of it, barely acknowledge its existence --hidden from yourself. but i've glimpsed this. seen snippets and heard mumbles said to no one in particular; as if speaking to, reminding, yourself that there's more that you (secretly) crave more, are more.
can you share this place with me? in its entirety? or do i have to wait (im)patiently for no barrier to exist between fleeting thought, mindlessly spoken, and deeply contemplated dream whispered across pillows as eyes heavy with sleep begin to drift off into futures hazily imagined or discussed endlessly on car rides, hands intertwined, planning the mights and maybes, turning them into whens and wheres.
it is the same deepness in me that recognizes this depth in you and i want, need to share it --the darkest corner and silliest, most lighthearted daydream. for truly, isn't everyone searching for someone to share their depth with? imagine how deep a shared depth could go. hell, that's what lives are built on and everyone is an iceberg. there is a depth in you that you hide from the world.