by Tomorrow's Man
December 05, 2003
You want to make an impression. You want to leave ripples in their psyche like lightning hitting the desert and creating glass.
But then, mostly, they move on as if you had never been inside their very body. To you it was manifestation of the ultimate trust, and you nearly wept with the communion of your body inside their singularly unique space; to them you failed; but, they knew there were plenty more in line waiting to fill your space, so they danced on with a smile.
Welcome to the disposable feeling.
Welcome to being 1/six-billionth of humanity.
Welcome to the reality that faith is only your own.