But for stories…

There was a muse to this writing.

One man I met many years ago,

One whom I love(d),

but that story feels old and stale.

Silently navigating

through the light and dark of it all,

I’m not certain what or whom I seek.

Stranger than fiction,

it feels as though there is someone

who is hunting me

while I am searching

too.

I told this hunter

not to contact me again.

I’ve told many men that story.

with 7+ billion people,

this simple request

does not seem a difficult One

considering all the options.

Still, just like he

I fear the loss too

of that One connection

that ended when s/he told me

not to contact them again.

Losing contact,

pulling out this One

or that One,

well it makes no sense

that I’ve lost anyOne

if I really think about it.

7+billion people in this world

I’m connected

to every

single

One

of “you”.

We share

this connection

inside and out,

we feel it

then we travel

to One

another

in sense,

feeling,

thought,

insight,

dream,

nightmare.

Zzzz….

Hello?

Anywho,

there was a muse to this writing,

a man.

But that story…

 

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