Heart of Glass [9.24.08]

As clichéd as I know this will sound, I am going to take a risk and say that tonight was unforgettable. I took a walk with a friend, intent on catching up, but unknowingly realizing that would take the bearing of my soul. For the next two hours, we talked about our past mistakes, present struggles, and future plans. Fate eventually brought us to the steps of a small church. We didn't speak, we didn't move, we simply sat and knew that was enough. Then we did this thing that is distinctly ours - we closed our eyes and talked to God instead of each other. I was open and fragile, showing my human vulnerability and lamenting without restraint. My friend reached for my shoulder, but I instinctively flinched: "Please don't touch me right now." My friend respectfully backed off - but I was immediately perplexed at myself. Why did my mouth refuse support when my heart was clearly in need of it?