Adding Rain to a Waterfall
Adding Rain to a Waterfall Why am I doing this with you? My presence is pointless. For the mere fact that I am not her. I can talk the talk, walk the walk, but I still can’t be her. My lips are not hers, my hips are not hers. I don’t have her smile, nor do I have her sweet giggle. But you have me here. And why? Why do you feel like I need to be here? When you look at me, do you see a reflection of everything you want? No. So don’t keep me here. Don’t make me feel like I’m important when you really have everything you already needed. But gosh, I do wish I was needed. I wish my absence would turn the waters of your life and create a tsunami. I wish my presence would mean something. But right now, it means nothing. You already have something similar to me, but better. Something that is appeasing to your never ending constant cycle of dysfunction. Why add rain to a waterfall? I just want to know. I mean, yes. I am useful to a soul lying in the desert. Some soul out there searches fo...