Tell me your story

So together in solitude we cry the same tears- but you think you are alone.
Together we breathe- but you think your panting is solely your own invention.
Together we fear these thoughts within, the 'what if's', the pain and the sadness- but you suppose you are the only one who got left out in the cold.
How do I tell you that I've also been hurt?
How does my story, that is so ingrained within and shapes my very being, get shared?
We think we hold the world on our shoulders and that no body will understand, so we cover up in smiles and fake niceties and speak words that mean nothing to us.
That is what is easy, that is expected and that we've become so good at. But these illusions are mere cover-ups of lives so hurt and souls so pained and I want you to tell me why you cry at night, and why you think you are the only one.
How do I open up that pit within that I've locked up so long ago? Would I even know how to begin?
These questions, these yearnings, I know you have them too, we are together in most things, yet out of fear we separate and that distance makes us harder and that distance only solidifies our loneliness.
So tell me something you have been hiding within!
Tell me your real name of the soul that dances with you in your loneliest hours.
Sit with me in pain, in sadness, in truth and in love.
Together we can learn how to be full.
Together, these pure truths will pour forth, refreshing us with healing and trust.
If only we could share a glass of warmth and caring.
If only we knew we are never alone and that these lights of other souls that float in our midsts are also desperate to be free.
If only this we knew, then together we could cry and our tears could puddle in unison.
The light of the world would refract in our tears, turning sadness into softness and fear into love.
Together we would learn to sing again and together we would be.


[ah, wouldn't this be nice].

I find that there are no real words shared any more. We gossip and talk about food and the weather, but where has that depth gone? Does anyone even know us?
I wonder why this is so and how can we change those surface connections into deeply rooted and intertwined love?