We didn’t come up rich but surely we must be. Rich at heart and mind, as surely we must see. Mutual plight festering in the air. Each other’s burden, ours both to bear. Undeterred by lessons deliberately mistaught. Cut from different sections of one beautifully ragged cloth. Muted Distance By DEIJOHN ELLIOT BROWN
Titles, labels, and unrealized potential. Everybody’s looking for more of nothing. Save for her, and me, that is. We are no better despite perhaps knowing a little better. I am not her “savior.” She is not my “lifeline.” Separate and apart from each other, we are whole. We aim to complement, not to complete. We are bonded when my free spirit gets wind of her wandering soul. My Mind. + Her Strength. = Our Element. 12:59 by Deijohn E. Brown