Hope

We search, we look, we try going out on a limb.. we strike out - once, twice yet a third time.. what makes us try again - hope that perches in the soul..regardless of storms, it preseveres. The reward - a bone deep comfort of old friends who have just met. Thoughts tossed out - lobbed back precisely. Stories shared - entered and retrieved. Dreams slumbering brought to life gently, insistently..sharing the mundane and everyday by virtue of being shared becomes special...the same OS..within oh so obvious external differences..an unexpected connection

Even if we see the ending, the journey is worth taking.No hurt only pain in exchange for comfort and joy never before experienced.. to be cherished and polished - precious beyond words.