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By John ScipioPublished a day ago 3 min read
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Why do you always come?

Because I feel like it.

Why do you feel like it?

Because I feel like it.

But why do you feel like it?

Because I do!!

And you're yelling again, and it's quiet in this place.

But I don't care.

But you should.

Why So?

Because the wind is its sanctuary, that's why.

And when did you get so sentimental?

When did you stop being so?

I'm asking the questions here!!

And you're yelling again, and it's quiet in this place.

But I'm not!!

Shhhh, listen to the trees sing. The wind is its sanctuary.

Peace, huh?

It's a good thing.

But my heart hurts. It bleeds. it's bleeding. it cries.

Hearts have tears, let them cry.

Hearts? It's my heart that hurts, mine!!

Let it cry.

The emptiness speaks to me.

Shhh, I'm here now, speak to me.

But you're mad at me.

No, I'm not. I want to you to speak to me.

But you asked me why I'm here.

Because I need an answer to that question.

I'm here because the emptiness spoke to me today. It said it wants to be you, said it wants to take your place, said it wants to be where you are, and that it wants to stop me from being here with you.

Then I need a new place to be.

What do you mean a new place?

Find me a new place to be.

Noooo! I can't do that!

If I have a new place to be, when emptiness comes, it can't replace me.

Nooo! Nooo! Nooo! I don't have a new place! I don't have a new place! I don't have a new place.

You're crying again, wipe your tears.

You are my tears.

Wipe your tears.

You...Are...My...Tears.

I need that new place.

I don't have a new place.

If I show you, will you let me stay there?

Of course.

See, look, it's right there.

But it bleeds there, it hurts.

Let me fix it.

It's a mess.

I'll heal it.

But what of here? Right here, where we are right now, I need a place to walk. I need a place to go, to talk, to be free.

I'll be here.

But you said you need a new place.

Yes, a place to go when emptiness comes. Now lift your head up, look at the clouds, look at the sun.

And the trees?

Look at everything and then remember.

It's so good. You make it so good. You make it so good. That's why it's so hard to stay sane in this loneliness.

If you let me fix the bleeding place, I'll outshine the loneliness, and I'll bring the sun and the clouds.

You always had a way with words, didn't you.

Peace.

And the wind is its sanctuary.

That makes me happy.

An answer to your question, you're why I come here, I come here to remember you.

If you let me heal the bleeding place, I'll be wherever you are.

And then I'll have a hundred places to cry instead of just one.

Let me heal the bleeding place, so when you come to the one place, you won't have to cry.

Being logical always made you beautiful.

He's talking to her again. Some folks just can't let go. I could never come in here if mine were gone.

Lots of strange things go on in this place. Who's to say, something could be there that we can't see.

Well, if there is something there, I don't want to see it. Come on, let's finish trimming these hedges.

Big Wuss.

Screw you.

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John Scipio

Writing is soothing...Writing is creative,

Words on a page, if written correctly,

Will take the reader on a journey and open their minds.

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