So

So

here we are.

You

and I.

These words I wrote,

for you to read.

For you to hopefully fathom, a little of myself.

A small slice of my thoughts, laid down on this page.

A sharing of sorts, of experiences,

of beliefs.

Of hopes.

So, what should I say to you?

You, of who I know nothing.

Nothing of who you are, nothing of your happiness,

or grief. Nothing of your soul.

But I can imagine.

I can believe, in your goodness.

I can hope, in your humanity.

And

So I shall.

And So, of me I hope, you will do the same.

A believing, a hope of my compassion, for you.

So, such a small glimpse of me,

shared on this page. Barely enough to perhaps glean some sense of me. Just enough to hopefully earn a nod, an acceptance of equals.

Though we know nothing of each other.