Living through another,
Your words on the page,
The feeling, the meaning.
Your hand wrapped around my heart.
Traversing the solid boundary.
The march of time,
Ever-receding into the distant past.
An unknown person,
A faded name on a scrap of paper.
A person I’ve never known,
But through a couple lines, I do.
The feelings of an unknown person,
Lost to time.
An unknown person.
Surviving in,
Into and through time.
Through their memories and their words.
Here I am,
Reliving another’s memories,
Their words,
Kept on through time.
Words of permanence,
Meaning changed and kept.
Transformed and transferred forms.
Yet a pause.
Here I am.
In the present.
Here I am.
Living through another.
As some people on here may or may not know, I study history at university and have been doing a lot of reading just now and the inspiration for this is just that. Living a life, through the many words of many others, their happiness, sadness, troubles, times and everything.
Words have a surprising tendency to be able to evoke with such detail, especially what I have been reading now, especially studying history. I’ve been reading about love, relationships, feeling and reciprocation from a large variety of people in a part of the Mass-Observation Project.
Actually poetic in its collection of people’s voices, keeping them, despite the fading-to-dust of time.
