“For we love both
and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.”-Aristotle
Within this copse, this thicket we call relationship, the woods are a blur of trees and
I, too, imperceptible. Surely to you and now to myself.
My self – indiscernible from you.
The path ahead, hidden by shadows, veiled in mist.
I wait for answers, praying not to disappear.