I Exist In A Void
My name is the only name I know. You ask for skills, for connections, for mentorship . . . you ask for help. But I live untouched. Untouched by your desires, untouched by your world. I wish to help you, I wish to cup my hand over your cheek. To kiss the salted tears from your eyes, but it would only be a comfort, not true help.
I can not gift you a solution.
I can merely gift you my love. And I know, that is not enough, not even close.