Daar is niks so mooi soos wanneer iemand voor jou staan, jou masker van jou gesig afhaal, jou in die oë kyk en saggies vir jou fluister; “Ek sien jou, hoor jy my? Ek sien alles wat jy wegsteek en alles wat jy terughou. Ek sien jou.” en dan liggies die traan wat oor jou wang rol afvee nie. Daar is niks so mooi nie.
There is nothing as beautiful as when someone stands in front of you, takes your mask from your face, looks you in the eye and softly wispers; “I see you, do you hear me? I see everything you hide and everything you hold back. I see you.” and then gently wipes away the tear that rolls over your cheek. There is nothing as beautiful as this.
You express me in poetry because that is the only way I will ever be tangible to you. You always paint me as fire, fierce and destructive, but how am I to be blamed when you still warm your hands against the scalding heat of my flames?
I am not passive. I am burning. I am a bright reflection of the nightmares you try to blink away, you try to drink away.
I am made from the same elemental force that lights a candle, but I do not flicker - I rage. And I will never settle for any man not equipped to handle my heat. I will never settle for a man too afraid of his own greatness.
You express me in poetry because that is the only way that I will ever be more than a passing memory.
I believe that some people grow into their madness so eloquently that it replaces their personality without anyone noticing and these people are the best kinds of people, because they become their madness instead of trying to fix it and that, to me, is an absolute thing of beauty.
Some days I find bits and pieces of those I loved, those who lived so dear to me in the very beating of my own heart and for those lost few moments; my heart beats in symphonies my heart beats in memories and my tears rhythmically flow over sentimental smiling lips. Always loved, never forgotten.