Monday, November 16, 2009

Shrugged Off

Why is it that sometimes we feel so incredibly lonely but to reach out to people seems like the last thing we should do? Maybe it's because every now and then, when we extend our frail, thinning hands, hoping desperately that stronger, warmer fingertips return the gesture, all we feel, all we perceive, all we get is a sharp, obvious push away.

Why is it that some of the people we need most are the very same people who make our lives miserable?
In this, we are all hypocrites.

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