Can You Sit With Me?
How often do we sit next to a person only to realize that we aren't truly sitting with them? Can we sit with another and be comfortable with ourselves at the same time? Can we sit with another's joy while we are silently waiting for our own? Can we sit with another's pain while ours throbs like the heaviness of nimbus clouds before it rains?
I realized that I can't truly sit with another. But I would like to because it's lonely sitting alone. So can you sit with me?