Who has the words to speak of a heart alone? Who would want to be that helium atom, all alone in a large space, everywhere and nowhere, just being alone. The earnest search for companionship is at times fruitful, but you are always what you are, a single atom, with your consituent parts lodged safely within you. No one would accuse you of being high density, filled up to capacity, your arms are always open to suggestion, yet who comes in to see you? Oh happy unhappy universe, what stroke of fate would leave one alone, so very alone?
Why choose me to be that single solitary atom in the universe, when I could just as easily be a molecule, and have someone to fight with along the way?
Monday, May 18
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