Why do some relationships work, and others don’t? What makes people connect, or not? How does the spark take flame, and not flicker and die?
I wish I knew. I wish there was a soul to match my own.
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Souls
Somewhere in this world there is a soul connected to mine, surrounded by those that left a long time ago, wrapped in memories, and faces of those haunting my dreams, reminding me of their voice and presence, comforting me when I am most alone.
Souls for Company
So caught up in myself, and the stories my mind makes up for me. I am always entertained by the fantasy world in which I live. A few days ago I stopped and spoke to someone. Someone I have been resenting for a good few years. Someone in my space. But I was invited into a conversation with this person. And I stopped to listen. To hear the other side. Not my thoughts and beliefs and resentments. And I was surprised. There are good intentions. There are good points. It is not all about me. Others have their own stories too. And we have all been created. Souls for company.
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