May 11, 2011

I have a friend who writes songs and sings them. I heard her gentle voice, telling of wishing to stay, and it was as if her care extended even to me, as if, even if she was not thinking of me when she wrote it, she would want me to believe that the words were meant for me. I am more moved by empathy with her - or by hers for me - than I am concerned with comparing myself. It is well.

1 comments:

Avery said...

The words are for you Becca. Thanks so much; this post means a lot to me :). I love you tons.