Sometimes we are too great for this world. Often there are so many words we do not speak at all. I've seen time speed up and time slow down while standing in-between. I've seen the world flash before my eyes, its people screaming and crying and hurting. Beautiful creatures longing for love and purpose, surrounded by an atmosphere of lingering questions and suspended dreams. I belong to you, when I've never belonged to anything else.
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Do you belong to me?
I always find these, the secret places. Blogs and personal sites long abandoned by their owners; existing now only as a testament to human frailty. I could have been a friend, or a fan, or whatever meaningless label this particular site attributes to its followers, but alas, time has been cruel. I travel through now as a haggard bird of carrion, picking through the derelict archives for anything that strikes my fancy before leaving, never to return. I don't usually leave a message, but I feel the need to now.
You are the beautiful creature, and as I type this message that will never be read, I know that you have belonged to me, if only for a moment.
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