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It 's so hard to make a connection, even if we were to be speaking the same language
It's just such an effort to find meaning,
To find that chord of harmony among strands of discord,
To be able to say things that mean something more,
when the fact is that it's so hard,
No?
To find that little stream of comfort, where awkward pauses become nothing more than brief interludes into sparkling conversation, nurturing bliss and excitement, not discontent...
It is hard to find that connection, no? And it rarely persists,
it rarely lasts beyond those moments that we choose to sustain it,
then we're left only with memories... "It's better to have memories if we don't have to deal with the past," she says... and inside, we want to relive it, rekindle the spark of connection, and experience it every moment of our lives, but that would cheapen it, no?
Trying to find something that otherwise might have been treasured forever?
It's hard to find that connection and harder still to find it again when it's no more,
and life seems a lot less meaningful without it.
What do we do then?
It's hard, yes... we make a new one