I am ashamed the sky never makes me think of anyone but myself. I’m somewhat ashamed that the above statement is not true. Today I listened to a story, told by a stranger who sat uncomfortably close to me in a lobby, about a woman who looked to the sky for unconditional love. The story doesn’t matter, as love is overrated to its voyeurs anyhow. Companionship is the only thing redeemable & fully appreciated from afar. It never seems badly timed or ill-fated. It appears purely pleasant.Like sleeping on the beach or turning the sand up with the tips of your toes. Excuse the bad film. But I like it.

I am ashamed the sky never makes me think of anyone but myself. I’m somewhat ashamed that the above statement is not true. Today I listened to a story, told by a stranger who sat uncomfortably close to me in a lobby, about a woman who looked to the sky for unconditional love. The story doesn’t matter, as love is overrated to its voyeurs anyhow. Companionship is the only thing redeemable & fully appreciated from afar. It never seems badly timed or ill-fated. It appears purely pleasant.Like sleeping on the beach or turning the sand up with the tips of your toes.

Excuse the bad film. But I like it.

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