South of the Border, West of the Sun

I was no longer alone, yet at the same time I felt a deep loneliness I’d never known before

Inside that darkness, I saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don’t know it is raining

No matter what happened, she’d manage a smile

She was probably too cool, too self-possessed. Some of our classmates must have thought her cold and haughty. But I detected something else—something warm and fragile just below the surface. Something very much like a child playing hide-and-seek, hidden deep within her, yet hoping to be found.

Just like with people, with bars there’s a time to leave them alone and a time for change.

No matter what happened, she’d manage a smile. The worse things got, in fact, the broader her smile became.

really was spoiled, weak, and self-centered.

Until someone came and lightly rested a hand on my shoulder, my thoughts were of the sea.

Probably is a word you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?”