Negative space

I miss the touch of your hands, even though they were only words
Only imagined
I miss the hot breathe of you against my neck, though only syllables marked your passage
I miss your moans, your cries of Sir, though simple pixels held in array
I miss you even though we never were

Honesty

 

It has occurred to me lately that I seem to have lost some of my ability to discern lies from truth. Not a self deception, I still question my motives and actions thoroughly to make sure they come from a place of honesty. No, not self deception, but the lies of others. Perhaps in deciding to be honest and open about who I am, what I want and how I think…Perhaps by living this way, I’ve lulled myself into believing that others are as honest as myself. I am aware that we often see our thoughts and actions, our intentions, mirrored in others. Even if that is not the actual intention of those others. Perhaps that is the ramifications of living honestly. Each choice must be measured by its cost. Perhaps by being open and honest I incur the cost of allowing others the space to deceive.  But it conversely allows them the space to be as honest as I.  Perhaps the cost is not horrible.  But it is something to be mindful of.