And I look for you, as I have been doing lately. I expect nothing but passable conversations, to get me through the day. I intend not to harm, or inflict anything, I remind myself that from time to time. To cautiously remember where I stand and where you belong. Talking to you is pleasant, and it gets my mind off things. I like that, and hope for it to remain just that. I extend my hand to you, and introduced myself, and I call you my friend.
There are many things I keep, and I demand nothing for you to declare. I am good with limited knowledge, I like missing puzzle pieces. I like things scattered and unresolved. Because that is the nature of things. Things will always remain as such. I have been here before, here is this state of connection. Several occasions with several outcomes. If I may ask anything of you, is just passable conversations ...
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