Hypaethral

It seems to me that a lot of people seem to have their own personal Yodas in their lives. These are the people that you go to for verification. If you hear something that you aren't sure about, you go to your Yoda and they tell you whether or not it's true. This is something that REALLY bugs me. Seeing as I am no one's Yoda, everyone seeks elsewhere to know if what I've told them is true or plausible. I share an opinion or a fact and these people argue with me or say nothing. Then a few days later they bring it up and say, "Yeah, anyway, you were right. I asked Yoda and he said..." Why can't you decide for yourself if what I share with you is valid? Why do you feel like you have to check everything that I say? Is my knowledge really that unreliable? I think it's fine to go to someone for their opinion, but you can't just take their opinion as your own. Take what they said and take what I said then see how YOU feel about it. Or just trus

" I said I wanna touch the earth I wanna break it in my hands I wanna grow something wild and unruly I wanna sleep on the hard ground In the comfort of your arms On a pillow of bluebonnets In a blanket made of stars Oh it sounds good to me I said Cowboy take me away Fly this girl as high as you can Into the wild blue Set me free oh I pray Closer to heaven above and Closer to you closer to you I wanna walk and not run I wanna skip and not fall I wanna look at the horizon And not see a building standing tall I wanna be the only one For miles and miles Except for maybe you And your simple smile Oh it sounds good to me Yes it sounds so good to me Cowboy take me away Fly this girl as high as you can Into the wild blue Set me free oh I pray Closer to heaven above and Closer to you closer to you I said I wanna touch the earth I wanna break it in my hands I wanna grow something wild and unruly Oh it sounds so good to me Cowboy take me away Fly this girl as high as you can Into the wild bl

Her dragging feet scrape across the cement. Cold fists are jammed into her pockets like tightly packed snowballs hidden away for an ambush. Her head pointed downward as if she is watching her step. Her face a dark, blank expression. She trudges to you, slowly, cautiously. Eyes o'erflowing with glistening brine she meets your gaze. Her bottom lip quivers like a fearful child and from her mouth are heard the words, barely audible and dripping with ache, "Can I have a hug?" You keep your hug and leave her there, Weeping. Alone.