Cling

Yet to Touch GroundHe climbed up the ladder, to his favorite place to contemplate- a small loft. He hasn't come down for weeks and I don't know whether or not to follow him.Yet to Touch Ground
Somehow, as clouded as my judgment is, I ignore my better assessment on the subject, and climb up the rickety ladder to lay down beside him. It's been twenty days since I last saw him.
We gaze into each others eyes for a few hours, when suddenly the silence breaks and he begins to speak words that are of no significance to me. I try to keep up with him, but he is speaking of lapses in time, motionless embraces, and the capacity he has to feel nothing that he could
Lime
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Kind regards,
Frank
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manchmal sind die dinge gar nicht so, wie man sichs vorgestellt hat, sondern besser.
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