Have you ever felt it? As you watch an interview with a celebrity, read a biography, have you felt that kick of recognition?
It makes me feel really odd when I do, because who am I to think myself the same as these famous people? Who am I to see a connection?
And yet…
It happens. I sit in my quiet room, touch the words, sink into my lonely, overpopulated mind. And I know I am the same. I hear Jason Mraz’s voice withdrawn while an overeager interviewer with big boobs asks breathless questions, and I think I know how sometimes the world can seem a place you observe from outside yourself. I read of Jon Bon Jovi’s consuming focus on his art, and I know the obsession that possesses the body and soul, leaving the carrier filled and distraught with wonder and inexpressible understanding. I read the spilling of Russell Brand’s tortured genius mind, and I know the manic amusement with the insane world around him.
I wager a guess: these people live in loneliness inside their selves. Yes, they have good friends, lovers, spouses, they can and do cleave to others in relationships that feel as if a bond has been formed directly between their soul and another.
But there are moments when they have clarity, and they know they are completely alone. Inside your skull there’s space for only one.
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