112. Alone, again 

And if I may,
I would like you to sit beside me and read these words slowly,
allowing every thought to float into our space 
and listen with the curiosity of a bygone day. 

My purpose is not of my choosing.
I am drifting like stardust in a vast world,
coming to land at your feet 
with the softest of kisses 
and the blessings of hope. 

Our days are numbered,
counting themselves out second by second,
enveloping time in the forgotten promises we made long ago.

You don’t need to hold my hand,
but I’d love it if you would.
I am alone,
just like you. 

Please hold me as I cry. 

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2017
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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