So much silence between us. It feels like the wind blowing on a cold winter's day across the prairies. There is desolation and yet the wind cannot extinguish this current that binds us.
My telepathy is stronger than it used to be. You are probably to thank for these increasing psychic abilities that tether us like a pole and ball. I hit it hard with an open hand, but all that force just gets wrapped in a downward spiral. Perhaps we are best described by gravity. Our force brings us down.