Your Thoughts Are Not My Thoughts
In the quiet of the evening,
when the sun dips low,
and shadows stretch like memories,
I sit with my own mind,
a solitary fisherman on a vast sea,
casting lines into the depths of silence.
Your thoughts are not my thoughts,
they drift like boats on a distant horizon,
each one a story, a struggle,
a truth I cannot grasp.
I watch them sail,
the wind in their sails,
while I anchor myself
to the weight of my own reflections.
There is a beauty in this distance,
in the way we stand apart,
two souls in a café,
sharing a moment,
but never the same moment,
never the same taste of life.
I speak in the language of my scars,
the ink of my past staining the pages,
while you cast your own net,
a web of catches and misses,
each line a decision,
each knot a lesson learned.
Mine will never belong to you,
this heart, this soul,
a fortress built on solitude,
where the echoes of my laughter
and the weight of my sorrow
find their own rhythm,
their own song.
And so we remain,
two travelers on separate paths,
navigating the terrain of our own making,
finding solace in the knowledge
that in this vast, uncharted world,
your thoughts are not my thoughts,
and that is the way of it,
the way of life,
the way of us.
Your Thoughts Are Not My Thoughts
In the quiet of the evening,
when the sun dips low,
and shadows stretch like memories,
I sit with my own mind,
a solitary fisherman on a vast sea,
casting lines into the depths of silence.
Your thoughts are not my thoughts,
they drift like boats on a distant horizon,
each one a story, a struggle,
a truth I cannot grasp.
I watch them sail,
the wind in their sails,
while I anchor myself
to the weight of my own reflections.
There is a beauty in this distance,
in the way we stand apart,
two souls in a café,
sharing a moment,
but never the same moment,
never the same taste of life.
I speak in the language of my scars,
the ink of my past staining the pages,
while you cast your own net,
a web of catches and misses,
each line a decision,
each knot a lesson learned.
Mine will never belong to you,
this heart, this soul,
a fortress built on solitude,
where the echoes of my laughter
and the weight of my sorrow
find their own rhythm,
their own song.
And so we remain,
two travelers on separate paths,
navigating the terrain of our own making,
finding solace in the knowledge
that in this vast, uncharted world,
your thoughts are not my thoughts,
and that is the way of it,
the way of life,
the way of us.
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