Don’t Tell Me … Empty Words

Don’t tell me to calm down, because that’s exactly what I’m unable to do. Do not push me against that wall that does not allow me to see beyond. Don’t tell me to stop being sad, because I find little or no pleasure in this situation. It may not even be, in fact, a matter of will or strength. I definitely don’t want to be like this, feel like this.

Do not punish my forgetfulness, because I did not want to leave the light on or the door open, nor did I want to give the shopping away to anyone who found it hanging from that bar chair. So don’t help me. I know it comes naturally to you, but you don’t help me. Your punishment is senseless because it increases my anxiety, my insecurity ; it doesn’t make me less careless, and the fact remains that I suffer twice as much when my inattention bothers you or harms you.

What I told you while I was thinking of something else

Do not point the finger at the goal I want, because my problem is not wrong direction. It is rather not finding the way, the way to reach the place we both expected.

So, rather than calm down when you tell me to get rid of it, the anxiety stirs within me. This (), let’s say stubborn and stubborn, also feeds on the powerlessness you add with your words. I perceive honesty, but I ask you not to be angry so as not to kill what is left of sincerity.

Do not tell me … what I have already told you, because you make me feel even smaller in the face of this state that now, in this moment, I am unable to dominate. So don’t ask me to breathe underwater. It is a question of going back to the surface, of finding the opening in which the light creeps in and making a bigger hole. Let’s join forces instead of standing there and measuring mine.

Furthermore, if you listened to me, we could begin to speak the language of understanding, and tear down the Tower of Babel to build one of intimacy. Or rather, more than a tower, a bridge with which to unite those circumstances and those obstacles that seem so great to me. Huge, although this objective spectator is not able to see that one line, on which not even the most clumsy would stumble. Don’t tell me… not to be him (clumsy).

Do not tell me…

Don’t tell me, don’t help me if you don’t want to, if you can’t. Do not trivialize my problems to overcome them faster. If you are on your own, if you have your problems, I understand. I ask you not to conceal courtesy visits in those afternoons that have gone down in history because they began in complete desperation and ended in hope, in which silence did not hurry, because time did not matter.

Don’t tell me, don’t ask me how I am in a message. Above all, when you know I’m not well, I’ll gladly lie to you, give you permission to move on to the next. You can go to lunch, watch the episode of your favorite series while you tidy up the kitchen. You can also arrive on time for your next appointment.

Don’t tell me … empty words

Don’t tell me anything… when you have nothing to say. I will not be angry for having closed my senses to the wind, to the noise of the works, mixed with that of children and birds that shorten the first autumn afternoons or lengthen the spring ones. In reality, by “don’t tell me”, I want to tell you to share with me what you want, but without flying beyond the horizon line that reduces the present.

So you will help me. I prefer to stay with you for a while, where communication remains open to about ten meetings, while we each look at one face of the moon. In return, I propose to repeat that moment when, lying down, we looked at the sky and thought it was some kind of very dark blue blanket on which some rascal had made holes through which the light was filtering, in a malicious way. (Writing …) Shhh, don’t tell me, because that time you didn’t tell me almost anything, indeed nothing (So, when nothing scared us).