maybe you're right.

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems the old are the only ones able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.

- Nicholas Sparks

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The ball sailed throw the sky for a little, before landing on the ground. 

A second attempt was made.

The ball soared further into the sky, and landed further on the ground.

She still failed to get his attention.

More attempts were made.

Each attempt made with more strive,

each attempt made with more determination,

but each attempt eventually began to diminish in motivation.

The ball flew across the sky and landed in a distance.

The following 20 balls followed.

The balls were left there, 

but never seemed to be able to be retrieved.

The disdain and disappointed smiles,

a last shrug before heading back with a half-empty bucket.

No words of encouragement or praises changed anything

for the balls were gone, and they might not be returned.

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Before all the balls run out,
should there be a stop to hitting the balls,
or trying to retrieve the balls?

When the disheartenment could not be fixed with beautifully painted words.

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M.

maybe this is all that I can be.