THE HORSE RAISED BY SPHERES

THE HORSE RAISED BY SPHERES Im nervous. Look at them. So perfect, normal. They seem to take it for granted; the joyful effortlessness of communication, the elegant, delicate dance of dialog from one friend to what profound comfort it must be to have someone aware of your existence. To be alive, at this very moment, is a fact we all need to tell someone. The soul yearns for many things, but most fundamental is friendship. Connection. Alas, such simple pleasures elude me: I feel destined