This morning, I was thinking of people
we meet once, ships in the night-time, exchanging
signals through the dark, and then
gone. This evening, I am thinking of people
we live with.
Sometimes, it seems, life
is one interminable traffic jam. All of us
anxious
to get away from each other. All of us
stuck, in the same space
we would rather not inhabit.
There's something in this that I love. And I can't explain what it is! After a few things are better left that way, no?
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Thank you. You are right, the same analogy used above applies- sometimes finding out makes things mundane.
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