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I have sat alone, adrift in the grey stillness of my mind.
Sitting alone, among others anticipating their selection.
What is familiar? The grey stillness and the exploration; the thirst goes unquenched as the march continues.
The grey stillness prevails through time; fleeting brief periods of light. Solitude is such a welcome sight.
So familiar. Oh the allure of something so familiar! Such was an illusion yesterday.
So familiar. Two identities looking apart, their backs touched in this crowded room without view.
Familiar! Two identities alive, naked and hopeful in this chance, like honey and Pooh.
Familiar light chases the grey stillness to the rear, making the horizon brilliant and clear.
Two identities together, their bond sincere; familiar in the assertion, the grey stillness shall never interfere.