You know these words we extract out of intellect
like sculpted statues, if they were painstakingly
carved out, but, unlike statues do not last. For even
in their impervious solidity, they dissipate like filigree
of air. I am just about to tell you that: Is intellect
an artefact that keeps a conversation going for
hours? But I tell you, instead, something more honest –
that I have come to feel so confident in you. Is it simply
male-to-male(?); or are males compulsively intellectual
homosexuals, with a numinousness, with the ones they
identify with? I may for a long time have not stumbled upon
anyone that I could have a stable confiding bonding with.
Is this just a temporary accommodation, a convenient friendship
struck so late in my life as an accidental adventure? The orthography
of friendship is frail, isn’t it( in definition)?; if we’d rather not define it.
Yet, it doesn’t have to be compliant, but challenging, according to
me . So, I add as an addendum, that things can get difficult.
I think, in a matter of a month, I took the plunge to invest in you
with my emotional sensibilities. I didn’t shallow for long in
testing the roughage of you. I just grew to belong to that
space of fraternal identity. Our skin is of different colour,
our pasts are so starkly exclusive of a similarity of material
experience, our opinions reek of dissimilitude. I am fantastic,
you pragmatic. We are just like opposite corners of a room
resplendent in non-identical décor. But what do we see in common
in the moments that we spend together, before you go your way
and I go mine?
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