The Edges of Words

I sit at the waters edge, this time writing only in my mind
I stare at my reflection and think of the edges of words, the disloyalty of life and the heartbreak I've felt
I think of the hands of friends and the howl of dogs throughout the night
There are so many moments to remember that sometimes I wonder if we're even people at all
Maybe moments are what we are?
A collection of weakness, of strength, of happiness and sadness
Of everything
I see different people every day and wonder where they've been, what the moments of their lives have done to them
If they're anything like mine, those moments have only held them up in order to shoot them down again
Sometimes i wonder how I survive
Other times, however, I stand on the roof of my very existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
Thats when the stories find me
They find me more and more
They're made up of hunger and desire, trying to fit in, be loved and accepted
The problem is, they don't even know where to begin
We'll see i guess....