sometimes i listen to things frm people,
but it doesn’t necessarily mean i like them.
i just listen.
sometimes i talk for hours on end with people,
but it doesn’t necessarily mean that we’re friends.
i just talk.
sometimes i feel something. heavy. twisted. gut-wrenching.
my heart feels it first and then my mind breaks it into tangible words so that my brain can process them.
so that i am aware of what i am facing.
so that i know what i am eye to eye with.
so sometimes i write emails
i write online instant messages
so that the other person understands that there is no pressure in replying
it’s just an internet thing,
we don’t have to talk on the phone or converse through daily text messages
we don’t have to meet up and hang out
we don’t have to feel obligated to do anything.
it’s just knowing that we are existing in the same land,
and that we could choose to get together, or choose to walk separate paths
we could choose our point of intersection, or choose our point of no return
we could choose and be anything we want to be
and no one has to fulfil any obligations to one another
and next month is D-day
and i am about 1 day away from the end of this month
which leaves me with a very short amount of time left in my hands.
i don’t want to tell people, but at the same time i wanted to tell some people
but i don’t know if i really want to. or should do.
for someone like me,
reaching out is a big investment to make
and i don’t like to lose.
so i end up telling a very small number of people, and it got to a point where some of them even received very cryptic, vague messages like: “i’m leaving”, with a “thank you” or a “take care” at the bottom.
and that’s pretty much it.
i’m like this with goodbyes
it’s like a whole process that i have to get over but not skip.
it’s like how the wind blows so that we feel that it’s there, or how a fish smells so that you know it’s a fish.
like how a flower blooms so that you know it needs the sun
and how the sun shines so that people can get past a long night.
i’m thinking of not saying anything
but the thing is that i’m not sure when i’ll be back
if i’ll ever be back soon enough to not completely lose the things that i’m leaving behind
so i guess,
this is the closest i’ll ever get to saying it