I Want Secret Things

I want to be with those who know secret things, or else alone.

– Rainer Maria Rilke

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in a world that just wants to stay on the surface.
Smile politely.
Offer one word answers.
Paint on closeness like a veneer.

And I get pulled into it, too.
Scrolling. Small talk. Going through the motions.

But what I really want is something deeper.
I want conversations about things that matter.
(Have we forgotten how to do that?)

I want to talk about the longing of our secret hearts.
The ache beneath the smile.
The beauty and the terror of being human.

I want silence that holds weight.
The kind that feels more honest than words.
I want to sit with someone who can be present.

I want to think about God and
what He feels when He looks at us.
Does He weep or wait or hope?

Meet me in that space—
or let me be.

I have more thinking to do.

Writing Prompt:

What secret longing lives under your surface? Write about the kind of conversation, connection, or silence that your soul aches for.