The walk I had gone on a few nights ago led me to this man. Either the walk or the fates, I suppose. I am not so sure what I believe any longer when it comes to a higher power. Lucifer would love to believe he's in charge of the show, but that's a comedy or tragedy in the making. And God, where has he gone as he people continue to suffer at the hands of all the evil that has been unleashed upon this forsaken planet. Even the angels are in turmoil and their is descension among their ranks. Not that you would ever catch me close to an angel, no thanks, I prefer to keep my eyesight intact, thank you very much. Sky, in his own right, is very much an intriguing person himself. I sense a sadness about him, but he hides it beneath a tough exterior. A wall he has constructed around himself. I should know, I have spent a lifetime of constructing my own walls. And there is something different about him as well, a secret he hides that I have yet to break. I claim to have been a loner for so long, but my words on these pages seem to belie all that because I find myself more and more in the company of people, enjoying reading them and knowing their stories. But, Sky is tough to crack, he doesn't give much or say a whole lot of anything. It's sort of like telling a brick wall to move..nothing happens. Slowly but surely over the next couple of days he seemed to open up a bit, but enough for me to truly get to know him. Again I question the sanity of the person placing females as the harder sex to get to understand. I, however, did stay the night as the only place I had to go was back to the motel and I think the weariness was beginning to show not only on my face, but it had taken over my whole body. My walk had turned into our walk and we wound up on the beach, realizing that possible we had some things in common. The beach being one of them when we needed to clear our minds. We didn't talk much, both of us keeping a bit reserved towards each other. But I did learn he is a photographer and I know I would love to see some of his things. Sky seems to be very in touch with things of the soul, someone who feels extremely deep and wounds just as deeply if someone were to hurt him. As I truly believe this is part of whatever secret he is hiding. That he has been hurt deeply. He is not one to trust so easily though there is a kindness and gentleness about him that I have ever seen unmatched by most others I have met. As I prepare to curl up on his couch for another evening, I feel a strange tension between us, like a charge in the air and I am unsure what it means. He wanted me to take his bed or even his sister's bed, but as a guest in his house, the couch is perfect. I have slept in worse places. So I will settle down for another sleepless night, I am sure and check my phone once more from a call I am sure won't come. I haven't heard a word from Wyatt in several days...I wonder does he think of me as I often think of him...
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