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The past reflects eternally between two mirrors—the bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn’t do or say.

I am reminded how close I am to an alternate world in which I am happy, a world that occupies the same space as this one but is somehow distinct from it. And while that better world may be difficult to find, it is as close to me as the air in front of my face.

If it takes a village to raise a child it takes a village to abuse them

These shifting and confused gusts of memory never lasted for more than a few seconds

The waitress approaches. “Can I get you anything else?” “How about another life,” he suggests. Tactfully, the waitress walks away, pretending she didn’t hear him.

The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.

I like the space you fill, The way your face moves As you smile and speak. When you walk with me.

The subdued conversations between us, Gently divides, The comfortable silence we share. When you walk with me.

Our surroundings have so much wonder, Details emerge with such clarity And buzz with a quietly intense sheen. When you walk with me.

It’s peaceful and serene here. My soul feels so nourished Like a well filled to the brim. When you walk with me.

We are two minds, but two pieces of the same heart— When you walk with me.

As humans we are stuck. Making the same mistakes In one form or another, Over and over. Between the push and pull Of politics, clout and emotions. Picking sides where there aren’t any.

We coerce each other into opposing factions The us versus them But there is no us and them, There is only us, There is only we.

There are no borders, No lines dividing regions It’s all make-believe Fictional edges designed to give shape To a false notion that we belong in distinct groups But the edges are blurring And our differences bring us together; ‘Unity through diversity’.

We can’t be who we are Without each other. Our individuality requires social context. Everyone is necessary, Every life has meaning and substance.

Individuals connect with each other Not through religion, race, gender or status But through shared experiences and interests. Sometimes we just need to venture out, Search our roots and core values. To reveal what we really are, Where we truly belong.

We are multi-variable equations, With varying parameters and constraints. Nobody is ever the same But nobody is ever completely different. These are the axioms of our humanity.

The colours of our souls Define what we are, Not the colours of our skins; Underneath we are all— Just white, pink and patches of darkness.

I say: “Have a nice day.” “Likewise,” he replies, and then smiles. “Not to mention a nice life.” I smile, and then walk away, still smiling. Who the hell does this guy think he is, saying something like that? How dare he say something like that. Unless he means it. No one says something like that. Unless they are actually, inconceivably content. I’m still smiling, but then a sobering thought sideswipes me (again): That man is a way I’ll never be.

I can see your smile, Through the strands of your hair. Like summer sunshine seeping through branches of a tree.

I can hold your gaze, With its endless affection piercing my core, showing all that I am without my mask.

I could take a million pictures of you, Yet never capture, The way I see you through my own eyes.

I want to dance with you, To nothing but the ambient sounds Of traffic on the streets.

I often walk beside you, And our intimate silence Holds the magic of endless conversations.

I linger patiently, For the warm moments of your embrace. Melting away the cold shackles of my heart.

Of all the things I didn’t say But later remembered, You should know I always meant the best for you.

And now, As the lonely off note keys Plays out into the streets. Can you feel my smile, as I sit here next to you?