Clique
By lostrequiem
So here I sit alone in both senses of the word. An empty vessel, a newly cleared slate, wiped of old wants and wishes, ready to be made and moulded into something new. While you. You sit there among the birds, smiling and laughing as always. Maybe you'll speak to me, maybe you won't, but never changing unless the birds change direction. North to South.1998, Written October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 07:19 AM PST 0 • 10
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"So here I sit alone..."