Silhouette

The subjective is very real. Reality is not only what exists “out there”, it is also what exists “in here”. This truth explains why human beings differ from one another. And unless we grasp this truth,  we will never learn to respect the feelings, beliefs, opinions, and dreams–the individuality of every person.

For instance, an object, person, or a scene, evokes a certain emotion in you, while to other people, the same object, person, or scene does not mean anything other than that it is an objective existence. It’s all in your head but as Albus Dumbledore said, “why on earth should it mean that it is not real?”

Below is poem about how an otherwise meaningless scene evokes a certain emotion in the speaker in the poem. Please read and tell me what you think about it. I promise, I will respect your opinion because I know that it is as real as mine.

Silhouette

 

it was

only her shrinking form

blocking the faint glimmer

of a fluorescent bulb ahead.

 

only the cold monsoon

of a late November midnight

caressing my skin.

 

only the pitch blackness

that characterizes an evening

without the moon and stars

 

flying over you. yet there i was

at a distance–biting off my nails

the darkness, ever so gently

 

eating away my heart.Ω