Sometimes I feel we are each just a fragment of an enormous story
I move my chapter along and it bumps into yours
I add parts of your being to my being and then I move on
You may walk away with a few bits off a page of mine
Our fragments may touch only for a brief moment
Or they may be tangled for days or years or even a lifetime
Our chapters are even twisted with people we never meet
An event shared by another about a happening they heard of
We are then moved to wonder about these distant actors
Why did they do that, were they hurt, are they okay, happy now?
I am confused, so many fragments affect my being
If I could just back up enough to see the whole story
So many fragments...
...I will think this some more, later.
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