fiction, poems and other general flirtatious happenings
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
growing together
The more we grow together, the more bitter each separation, the more poignant breathing one’s solitary air. We were not made to live alone. Sleep alone. Wake alone. You know. There is nothing natural about it.
I'm on a train moving through a country I've never seen. Each mile, a new vista, a deeper beauty, a sense of awe beyond the last and still, the train rolls on and I reach that point beyond language, simple speechless to describe the view.
Though the rest follows the first, the first remains the strongest statement within this post. The more we grow together. More, more.
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