you see how everyone is a familiar stranger. we smile and preen, shine and delve. say our hellos and are on our way. family, friends, and others. in the end we're all just as alone as we are together. and how to feel, act, or react to such a thought.
it's as if there are two trees representative of my strength, grounded, solid, and stretching out into the universe. it's as if there is a vast open sky with numerous possibilities. and it's as if my branches will never reach that vast sky.
amidst cosmic radiation and intergalactic clutter, there appears a lone line which cleaves the sky of possibilities in two, bringing down to earth some wisps of hope yet.
and to see what is possible, really possible, means to ride this line from the base of those trunks through those outstretched branches and into the ether. how can something so clear at all times, be so hard to grasp?
...and another day is over.
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