The horizon was a bit blurry today. I couldn't see capitalism as that day you described it, it wasn't as beautiful. Welling up, I stood there alone. Mr. Wind kept me there a bit longer than I would have if I truly was completely alone, tousling my hair all the while. You remember that day? I remember clearly.
Won't you let me run up that hill with you once more? Let me see your face once more, because lately I've been crumpled and tossed, and I could not bare any more punctures if you left our friendship without saying a last goodbye.
Or better yet.
Please don't say goodbye, but say hello.
