“At the end of the day, I just want to sit with someone I love and chat about what matters and even what doesn’t.” - Crystal Woods
----- A Sam Scott poem: -----
There are moments in life When an emptiness crowds into the space We inhabit How can emptiness Be a tangible thing? Yet, here it comes With it's grey shadowy self A presence An absence Pondering the void In the chair where I sit Surrounded by beauty Internal wrestle With the ugly hunger Sated only by the presence of another
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