The common denominator



He says he thinks too much, analyzes the world, always the outsider looking in.
She doesn't know it, but he watches her in her lonesomeness.
Her solitude is the answer to his questions. Her independence the proof of her fittingness.
A compensation for his subordination.

He needs attention, never quite sure that he is enough.
Trading his looks for recognition, not letting anyone know what is on the inside.
Everybody needs a reason to get up in the morning and he had one, but he betrayed it so she left with another reason.
Perhaps he should try someone else, she if she fits..

His eyes sees the world as a challenge he can't wait to take on. His pockets are full of strategies, his head filled with dreams. But his heart fears for its destiny. All he wants is to be found, he is waiting for Passion to take him to a faraway land.
Never the patient type, he meddles with fate. Maybe she'll fit...

She tries to look straight but her vision is blurred. She is a beacon for the lost but she cannot see.
Are we all just stray souls afraid to be forgotten at sea?
Holding on to driftwood, hoping something- anything- will keep us afloat?

I taught you him how to swim but he betrayed me.
/Greek proverb/

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