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I see you can feel eyes on you, the roll in your shoulders, you
skim the room, a slight pause when you look me in the eyes. Your body shifts,
turns, you hook your thumb in your pocket, let it drop, tap your fingers against your thigh,
conversation forgotten, your face distant and intense. Walking towards the exit it's now me who feels eyes burning into my back. Question is, will you follow me?
Not following is an answer to many questions, often left unasked.
ReplyDeleteEither version of that question is intriguing!
ReplyDeleteLetting go.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is very expressive.
ReplyDeletehello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay do yoo hav cookies??? if yoo hav cookies then shoor!!! ha ha ok bye
ReplyDeleteWell done thank you
ReplyDeleteWhoa, now it is my turn to ask you who you are. For that is exactly the sort of question our Heavenly Father personally asks each and every one of us, each and every day. Seriously, do you know who you are? Alas, most do not want to know.
ReplyDeleteWell, since you asked...where are you going? I may or may not follow.
ReplyDeleteYour inner thoughts jotted down here today are intense.
how beautifully and effortlessly you expressed such complicated emotions dear ,you are blessed
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