All my old friends aren't so friendly. All my old haunts are now haunting me.- St. Vincent
Yes, and to get the sweet relief. Why can I love? Without hesitation. To love a whole person. Being there without being asked. Because I know things. Many things. Because I have been taught. Taught to see and to feel. To be calm behind the fog and a cloud of smoke. To stay in the shadows and watch the human play. The actors in life on their stage. Doing their empty parts to keep it together. I know inside, there are thoughts. There are things. There are emotions. Not only what I am seeing. I can read that there is thinking. You aren't alone and sinking. Oh, to the horror. And in the process of their awakening, and the nurture I step to it with. I am alone. I am a passage. Following some strange light, that lies just past where I stood with open arms.
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