As humans, we seem to think
that life is too enigmatic, reality, a common wasteland.
In our pain, through our sadness, we lose our love for people.
We love only our pain, we care for only our sadness.
Is love a dying breed?
In our world of instant gratification, of slow and incepid sedation,
have we forgotten our own?
What commonplaces we all share, the pain in which we all revel in,
have we turned a blind eye to our fellow humans?
Yes, I cry.
I cry all the time, but so do you.
If you are a stranger, merely blown here by the winds of chance,
I'll share this with you.
We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends, and I would miss you, do miss you, and think of you very often. Eventhough we might be changing, and of course, trying to find our place in this world, we all know that when tears fall or smiles spread across our faces, we'll find eachother because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing can change so much as to change our comradery.
1 comment:
You make me feel less lonely, as if a heart that leaks doesn't need patching.
thankyou twice.
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