Tom

But alas we are, the two of us, alone.

“She wears her fear like a dress, allowing it to gently flow through the twirls she makes to life’s subtle sounds.”

Yes, I not only hear voices in my head, but I talk to them. Often.

The very thing that brought us together. The stiller of great waves, the calmness of massive storms. The great soprano in a chorus of tone-deaf voices. The wisdom. The truth. The clarity.

I shut my eyes, desperately trying to answer her question.

The enlightened ones are warriors. They act through the cause of self not at the behest of past echoes in their souls, but in the cause of a moment not fully lived without the truth.

I wonder what serves me more, the dream of you loving me closely or the reality of me loving you from a distance. I guess I may never know.