The body said, “Two by two we are made to drift through this world.”
But you know skin and words are impenetrable barriers, and two remains two though secretly searching for one.
Inside, a secret hope, a shadow whisper: loneliness and love are twisted round each other like a root merging and diverging in too small of a pot.
Today, do not take the hand of another. Let love and hope spring from the lonely root inside.