1/8/19

The soft touch of stone. It would still be dangerous from this height. And although there is a magnificent sunset forming behind my shoulders, all I can think of is the cold settling in. I always thought of tomorrow. Mysterious in the most hopeful ways. Its only when there is certainty, fear and dread sets in your mind.
But what of the experience to try something new? To meet someone whose friendship may last a life time. Is it foolish to think something so wonderful could happen? Or perhaps its foolish to believe it never will. There's a large group of people around me. And even more at a distance. And even though my eyes lock into theirs not many have the ability to do the same. Its so quiet in the atmosphere yet so loud in my mind. I long for the soft touch of stone. I long for the soft touch of anyone.