Wandering misty thoughts on friendship and doubt

I think we are really similar. I completely relate to what you say and hey, I’m attracted to graveyards and ghosts too (since I was a child).

the silent wave

Do you see me? I’m hard to spot, in too large a crowd, which is loosely defined as anything above about six people. Scan too fast and you’ll miss me.

Here, I’ll help. Go deep. Almost…there. Yep, the one trying not to be noticed. The one in ordinary jeans, legs climbed too often by little furry balls with beautiful eyes and sharp claws. The one in the long-sleeved shirt with the tiny melted chocolate spots. The one with unkempt hair, who gave up trying to impress long ago because there is a such thing as the wrong kind of attention. The one blending in but still discernible by a seasoned eye who knows what to look for. The telltale signs I can’t suppress and have let go of attempting to.

We could be friends, once trust overrides suspicion. You might even like me. Then again, you might not. I’m blunt…

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7 thoughts on “Wandering misty thoughts on friendship and doubt

  1. Years ago, back in California, a bunch of poets got together in the towns oldest cemetary on Walt Whitman’s birthday. We read some of his work and some of our own.

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  2. Thank you so much for sharing my post, luv! I’m enamored with your blog; you have so many cool posts and cover so many cool topics! My favorites have been the MBTI posts, although I think you also had a gender spectrum one on here that really caught my eye as well. Anyway, it’s an honor to be reblogged on here, and I really appreciate it! Hugs to you ❤

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