If only I could touch you,like the wind can touch the sail.
If only I could touch you, darling,
now that words have failed.
Oh, flotsam still afloat.
Oh, jetsam, thrown out of the boat.
. . . Nothing here is what it seems.
~ Peter Gabriel, Flotsam & Jetsam
The flood has subsided, and in its wake, has left behind evidence of its existence. Like the delicate tracings of fingertips on a naked back, subtle.
We don't realize it, but everyone we come in contact with, in some way, is affected by us. Even if it's for the moment, even if it's for a lifetime (or the better part thereof). We leave our own trails.
Sometimes, that person recovers. Other times, s/he remains permanently affected. We never know what will happen or how a simple action will impact the future.
Choose what you do wisely. And what you say, even more so.
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