November 16, 2000: Three friends, three confessions

I have vowed to listen without climbing in… I can be your solid stone but please don’t create unexpected storms. What I hear are never words—what I listen to is true emotion. I’ve learned to hold onto my own hand—share what I can while still be selfish. Wild birds scream at me—I stand not in judgment nor do I ask questions. You must learn to walk, hold yourself up—be you not me…find your own world—let me hide, for that’s where I’m most quiet.