Oh, the sadness that befalls me as I learn yet again of how we misunderstand each other.
I, separate in my wisdom, certain of their innocence in not knowing, offer a something that does not close the divide of experience.
I can but suggest and hope.
The easiness of my knowledge is not tradeable.
I watch them teeter on the edge, a place of creativity and danger.
I want to embrace them, comfort them. I want to prove the importance of the drama with which they rage is a choice.
Unfortunately, the span cannot be bridged and as I stand on the other side, I cheer for their love.