You And Me

It is always strange to me to see what another's thoughts have done to my words.

Not just anyone, but someone whose job it is to listen and hear what people are saying.

The two could not be farther apart. If I did not know she was speaking of me, I would have no idea what she was talking about. And yet she writes from a place of love.

It is amazing that love can stand in so many places at once and each one looks down on a different world. Each one a reality that exists, if only in the thoughts of the one who sees it. No wonder there is so much discord in the world.

If these views come from those who love and care for me, imagine what comes from those who do not.

When you speak to me, I want to put myself behind your eyes, cup my hands to your ears, allow my feet to feel the rocks under your feet and maybe then I will have an inkling of who you are.