Piller

I stand tall on my own. No one stands to close, for I cover an area. Some tell me everything, some just need someone to hold them up or support them. My support is free to them. All of them, but it costs me so much. Friends are not constant, and know I am just a pillar. The cracks of pain and chipping of those who dislike pillars shows my true self, but I have been refinished. No one can see that I am erroded or cracked now. I stand tall on my own.

One

One little, tiny, small thing is left. We read echother like so many leaves of paper and then we engorge in it. Using the words given to us by people long past. One is the loneliest number. It isn't that short. Just look into its eyes and leave it alone. This is just you, for you are the one.