Outer Hebrides: The Lighthouse

The setting sun has painted pink highlights onto the clouds
As everything gets darker a bright dot on the horizon becomes more prominent
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I count slowly
31 it is there again
The dot

A tiny sign of hope
A reminder you are not lost
No matter how far out you paddled
In this tiny boat of yours

You are anchored
In entirety
Nowhere is still somewhere
If this is where you are right now

Layers of Trust

“Ogres are like onions”

Do you remember Shrek I?

People are like onions, too.
So people are like ogres?
Or ogres are like people?
Who knows which way the fallacy goes?

The first layer, is the easy one.
A wry smile.
A cheeky glint in your eyes.
The way you hold yourself.

The second layer, is easy still.
A touch.
A gesture.
Words that fit.

The third layer.
More difficult.
Stories as puzzle pieces,
That form a you.

The fourth layer.
Impenetrable.
Another brick wall.
Will it tumble?

The fifth layer
Unknown
And after that
It’s all about risk mitigation.

Your story of me
My story of myself
My story of you
Your story of yourself

Will the stories ever meet?
Or will your story about me
And my story about you
Just keep changing our respective selves

At which point
Do we part?
For part we must
Eventually

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