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08:21 | sketch pad
we started as dots--two dots insignificant of each other to be precise. you were made earlier than i am, but your mark has not faded a bit. and i hope it will not. we were two different dots living in two different parts of a blank page. you have your part of the page to fill as i do, too. i did not know you existed. i think you never knew i existed as well.
but we, two dots unknown to each other, became restless of the confines of a dot. we wanted to explore the world. and thus we became lines--two lines insignificant of each other to be precise. you started drawing your line earlier than i did making yours longer, but it doesn't negate that mine is also a line--shorter but still a line. but we cared less then. it didn't matter, actually, that you and i are lines. it didn't make us wiser of each other that we were not just dots. we did not know each other. maybe at some times we were parallel with each other. but i doubt if it meant anything. you are a line. i am a line, also. but we were drawing two different pictures.
but as you were drawing your line--as i was doing the same--you intersected the line that i had drawn. or was it i who crossed yours first? i am not sure, really. it doesn't matter which line did what, but now we are not just lines. we stopped being unknown to, thus insignificant of, each other. we are not just two dots or two lines anymore. we are we--you and me.
your line became more familiar to mine, and it is a welcome, every time your line crosses mine. lately we crossed each other's lines too often that it seems that we no longer are two lines but one. we no longer tango alone although we had waltzed with other lines before. and it makes the picture we are working on more beautiful.
we were two lines. but not anymore. we were insignificant then. we are insignificant still to the whole partly filled page. but unlike then filling the page is more wothwhile because now we are drawing just one portrait. and we do not know what else we can draw. or when will our two dots that became two lines stop becoming a line to end as a dot.
i hope it never will.
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i thought i lost this piece dated 10 june 2006. please forgive me for recycling posts. working and studying at the same time is so taxing.
07:36 | because
at top of everything and everone else there is just one you who makes everything and everyone else--even me--seem insignificant. may you never grow tired of my roses.
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