Can you become my friend?

It's funny how people are in my life. They come and go. Like starting a fire, you never know which spark will make it last.

This dance of souls

And knowing that you're understood

Can almost fool you into thinking ...

It's there. That spark created fire.

Once again, it doesn't happen

Just like so many times before.

And no one is to blame

Accept for wind

It's easier this way

A couple of weeks ago I met someone who seemed very close in spirit to me. Our talks were so open, and I felt more and more at ease telling those things that I don't share with others. But then it stopped. And I realized that perhaps it was all me. Perhaps it wasn't that special for him and I am sitting here, like a little girl, seeing a sophisticated fortress in an old refrigerator box. I wish you could tell, reach out and just ask, "hey you, am I in your thoughts? Am I as important to you as you are to me?" Me-me-me. It's only echo, no response. No questions asked as well.

That's not the only case. Years ago I received a letter in the mail from someone I knew almost 5 years ago. My life has changed so much since then. But she was there. She wrote how she remembered all those days when we were kids enjoying our time. We never made it then to what you'd call a Friend, but there was a spark.

I didn't write her back. I told myself I was too busy and moved on. Too bad. I feel ashamed and wish I knew the way to find the letter, write her back, and say I wish I knew her better.

It's strange. Like looking into the eyes of strangers riding subway. Can you become my friend? There is this moment lighting up a spark, they are getting closer. Are they up for talking? "Excuse me". They are out for exit. That little spark is gone. Oh well.

And no one is to blame

Accept for wind

It's easier this way