...dancing around. never touching, never connecting....like a bee attracted to the colors of a painted vase...bumping into the colored glass, hungry for its nectar, but never tasting it. Yet, over and over again I strive to connect...to be meaningful, purposeful and significant.
I am dying to make a connection, to feel in-touch, connected somehow.
Why is it so hard?
Why does it feel so numb?
Why doesn't the connection happen?
Am I wanting more than I deserve? Or just more than can be given?
A spectator, never a player.
Looking from the outside, face pressed up against the glass...wanting it so badly,
but grateful just to watch...if that's all I get
.....on the outside.
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