Work Text:
this is not about you
curious eyes skimming words and
curious hands flipping pages to find a glimpse of recognition, but i assure you
my dear
you will not find anything here
a whole novel filled with novelty ideas, ready to be absorbed into your empty skull
but why here?
why here, when, if you look up, my eyes are scanning yours
your questions darting out i will answer one by one until there is nothing left but empty breath
my answers will bring clarity
my love
but that is not what you want
in time, they will make sense
scrambling to find a purpose, a reason, an explanation
but here, written down
amid ink, you will find none
nothing to understand or feel, yet my words will circle your head and fall in
perhaps you'll find meaning
my dear
your search will not be perceived
only it will be yours to convey