solitary, being alone when surrounded, mourning without tears, reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist
there’s an opportunity of attitude to go the other way avoiding the lines to immediately impose on something to believe in without striving receiving the interest of everything your out of becoming more than anybody not just an everybody leaving the rough road behind
words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats words are strength from imagination fathoms words become whispers in night promises in morning begging hurting believing following into dreams yet to appear
Roger Singer 