I think I hear you echoing in my head. But it's a pleasant dream. If I could hear that for the rest of my life, I think I might just be happy, because echos originate from somewhere and that somewhere would be your voice.
It'll be all right. It really will. At least I hope so.
I wish I could be there. I really wish I could be there for you, with you. But I can't and I can't help. I can never help.
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Echoes are really the best thing maybe...because echoes are reliable. you know they exist, you know you can be there, lying in wait of them, absorb them, without that separate consciousness deciding you are unworthy, or that you are not the desired destination, or any thought whatsoever to ruin something that can be beautiful. I wish that echoe could be there in the way I want. In that completely fulfilling way that a real person has the potential to be. But they don't seem to ever fulfill their potential. So I know that I can only put my full trust in the echoes, because that's all I've ever known to vibrate against me. Nothing else has, I hope something will, but I don't know if anything ever will, except the echoes.
Is it sad I can only trust echoes? I think you only plan on trusting echoes, too, just like me, and that ties us in a bond that is strong.
I love you, and appreciate you in a fullness you may never know.
Since you have now another reader, I will have to sign my entries, won't I? ;-)
Love,
L
i realize i had spelling errors in the previous comment. forgive me, but it is 5:30 am and I'm still awake. :-/
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