I use to read to you
the words of a page that were meaningful to me.
As these words was my
way of taking to you; For I knew of no other way to communicate clearly to you.
I would sit there and
wonder if you ever understood what I was trying to say.
I was a philosopher in
my mind, but to you I do not know what I was.
Was I nothing more
than an annoyance? ; Or was I leaving you in awe?
With time I reflected on this very idea, much
like how the sunsets and reflects upon the water. Yet like a stone thrown into
the water this image becomes distilled every time I tried to make it out.
Yet time and time
again I remain idle, letting only the wind sway me side to side, as I sit upon
a stone watching as the days pass me by.
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