I am sitting beside
Truth. He's okay.
He's not completely
scary as what people
say.
He's just staring
with an open
hand. Waiting for
someone to
reach out and
hold his hand.
I feel Truth
sitting, breathing
beside me. He's alive.
He's real.
I tell you, he's real.
And he's trembling
from loneliness.
I guess, when people
try to run away
from you, it gets
lonely sometimes.
And all he wants,
is for someone
to hold his hand.
©jln.
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