While I stand on the brittle, fragile grass looking up, you swim through the humidity to find more of your kind, leaving me even more alone than before.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I stood in the middle of the storm listening. Trying to discern the message I know was there. I heard it. I saw it. I saw the strength of the bond between you. I saw the distance between us. I didn't know what to do.You have a cloud of friends that know you intimately and will follow where you lead. You understand things about each other that I wish I did. Your communication is vocal, telling secrets in a tongue I don't speak.
While I stand on the brittle, fragile grass looking up, you swim through the humidity to find more of your kind, leaving me even more alone than before.
While I stand on the brittle, fragile grass looking up, you swim through the humidity to find more of your kind, leaving me even more alone than before.
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