Ran into someone today while on a bike ride. The encounter left me feeling...I don't know how to explain. Not sad, per say, nor ashamed, nor angry. Mostly somber, I suppose. All of your talking talking talking and imposing imposing imposing. They work hard, so they need sleep. Let them be.
My poor boy. My poor girl. I know I shouldn't pity you, but yours reminds me to be deeply grateful for my own mother. I don't really know if I pity you. Pity is so...ech.
I wish I knew what to do for you.
