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one night, I had nothing productive to do.
i decided to go through boxes
in the attic in search for forgotten
memories (that are in fact not
really memories anymore, until
we are reminded of them again.)--
images of smiling lips,
words coming from lips and also
from eyes (those didn't smile),
voices without words or smiling
lips, but with enough emotion
to be intelligible--
-
i found a key.
(it was a simple key,
the colour of metal,
no inscriptions
--no "made in..."--
no decorations, but that didn't
matter. I wanted to know
what doors it could open.)
or a key found me.
-
i tried door after door after door after door after door--
-
"some mysteries
were meant to be mere mysteries,"
you said to me.
but a key without a door
has no purpose
and things without a purpose
may exist only if they please
the senses.
and the key wasn't beautiful.
or soft
or sweet-smelling
or delicious-tasting
and when I dropped it,
it made a sound way too
high and loud, and the rest of the time
it kept quiet.
-
i didn't have any time to lose. sooner
or later, someone would discover
that I held possession of an object
without justification for its existence.
-
i was sitting in the park on the
grass (which was greener be-
cause it wasn't ours) and you
were lying there (i wasn't be-
cause i had worries) and i
sighed.
you closed your fingers
around my wrist and twisted it
until the key pointed
at me.
you said, "now try it."
i decided to go through boxes
in the attic in search for forgotten
memories (that are in fact not
really memories anymore, until
we are reminded of them again.)--
images of smiling lips,
words coming from lips and also
from eyes (those didn't smile),
voices without words or smiling
lips, but with enough emotion
to be intelligible--
-
i found a key.
(it was a simple key,
the colour of metal,
no inscriptions
--no "made in..."--
no decorations, but that didn't
matter. I wanted to know
what doors it could open.)
or a key found me.
-
i tried door after door after door after door after door--
-
"some mysteries
were meant to be mere mysteries,"
you said to me.
but a key without a door
has no purpose
and things without a purpose
may exist only if they please
the senses.
and the key wasn't beautiful.
or soft
or sweet-smelling
or delicious-tasting
and when I dropped it,
it made a sound way too
high and loud, and the rest of the time
it kept quiet.
-
i didn't have any time to lose. sooner
or later, someone would discover
that I held possession of an object
without justification for its existence.
-
i was sitting in the park on the
grass (which was greener be-
cause it wasn't ours) and you
were lying there (i wasn't be-
cause i had worries) and i
sighed.
you closed your fingers
around my wrist and twisted it
until the key pointed
at me.
you said, "now try it."
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I wrote this in Dutch first, then translated it to English. I'm not sure which version I like best. I'm always torn between those two languages.
ETA: dedicated to ~tragickallure because she's amazing and i love her.
and because she's new to dA.
ETA: dedicated to ~tragickallure because she's amazing and i love her.
and because she's new to dA.
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Ohh, this is so beautiful.