a thing we never talk about

You have language

You have imagery

But you will never be able to express an idea truthfully and fully that two people understand it the same way

I think if you were able to have a thought and place it in someone's head

Exactly the same way you experience it

the thing we call "art" would be meaningless

I remember thinking this to myself when you told me that suffering made you tougher

You looked away so I couldn't read your eyes

"It would make me happy to watch them suffer"

It wasn't a performance for me

It wasn't a performance for the voices in your head

It was your truth

The proper response would have been something about forgiveness but instead

I told you that I have felt the same way

The human soul dies in that gap

The space between how we are supposed to feel and how we actually feel

If we were hiding in the shadows of our isolating mind,

It's because we are planning the escape

We are running towards each other

Ignoring our instincts

Rejecting comfort

Despite the limitations of language and imagery

We act without bothering to give it a name

We find meaning

We take a thought and place it inside someone's mind

Precisely as we experienced it