Observations from a stranger
I've noticed you spend time by yourself. You're like a hermit to me during those times. Yet, your life is so full of activity. It doesn't make sense. Are you bi-polar? And that book - why do you love it so? You are so quick to open it for answers...so reluctant to close it before bed... Sometimes I wonder if you're not really alone. There is an essence that lingers near. I can't describe it. But I know it's there. It whispers with words I cannot understand. Somehow you seem to comprehend, and in your own words utter back... ...mutters of Contentment. Peace. Joy. It radiates from your being. Slightly jealous of this hidden friendship you have with nothing - it haunts me. ...You say you pray one day I will understand. I pray, too.