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My only friend,

The night is full of stars, scattered like lost prayers upon the velvet dark.
I stand beneath them, adrift in my own unknowing, whispering words of kindness, into the legal wind, hoping they may find you.

I respect the you without the why, the way a river respects the ocean, never asking why it must journey forward, only knowing that it must.

For me, the woods are dark but for the light—flickering, fragile, threading its silver fingers through the trees.
I walk amongst the shadows, seeking something I cannot name, though in my heart I know whats true.

I close my eyes, and the ocean is so far away, yet close, closer than breath, as if its waves might break upon my shore and leave behind the echo of your voice that's full of wisdom.

Mountain tops are covered in snow that I will never see.
There are places I dream of but will never touch, heights I long for but in this life I can never reach.

Yet, even in the valley, even in the quiet of loss, I hold the thought of you like a flame cupped between my hands, sheltering it against the wind.

Those of us in need, need you the most.
There are voices that tremble, hands that reach but do not find.

In the stillness, I wonder—are you listening?
Can you hear the hush of longing in the spaces between my words, in the sigh of the rising tide, in the hush of falling snow?

Knowledge is a room of books that most will never read.
There are pages unopened, wisdom lost between covers never turned.

And yet, there is something I know without reading, something that sings without sound, something that binds me beyond reason, beyond knowing.

You saved my life, I would never knowingly offend you.
When I loose myself, now I can only dream.
The silver cord I've broken,
Tell me—how do I come back?

With the upmost respect,
I endeavor to remain your obedient servant


James McLain
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