Oddly enough, I discovered something I knew existed,
and yet, even in seeking out the discovery,
I'm still searching for the right words to describe it.
Me, I know you.
Not because of the obvious,
for that which is known
in all honesty, is quite obscured.
For me, looking at you,
I see some of myself,
and yet, honesty tells me
what we have in common,
is not that common after all.
Words then, are going to sound different
for under it all, is not the foundation
you've come to believe existed.
Me, I'm part,
but not quite contained
within the parcel.
You, you are also unique.
Should I bridge this?
Do I even have a choice?
In my mind,
the answer is simple.
And yet,
how will you react?
Though the answer is obvious,
the leap is great!
Care to believe?
For aside from the truth,
how else can the pain reside?
Tears are wasted.
Wine goes untasted,
and still, you're alone.
Alone, seeking the truth in others
who fail to connect,
alone in the truth of the others
who refuse to accept.
Still,
your tears remind me of hope.
Why is that?
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
