so, here it comes.
what you've been patiently waiting on.
the returning arrival from your pocketless good-bye.
"but, where are your eyes?" i wonder.
"where have they gone?"
"they were never there, you see," was his reply.
"you real-eyes what i hide from the others."
and, it was then.
i understood.
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here's a bold suggestion:
instead of looking for the fantastic, try out the known and knowable.
i have decades of attraction to mysteries and mysterious people. why do you think i continue to pay attention to you, after all?
i should know better, but it's only myself i hurt by reaching out to people.
until i try to get them to socialize with each other... there lies my fatal mistake.
but you... you seem to have a following... do they KNOW you?
do YOU know you?
please forgive the critical words. i am certainly in a mode of being self-critical, so it's not for you alone. maybe it is just me being critical of my curiosity of you.
maybe it's all just projection...
isn't that all humans do, really?
back to mirrors, again...
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