You’re steady but blinded to time and it’s vastness. Your unintentional indifference envelops my soul. Unaware of the receding divide that separates us, your constant drumbeat anchors my daydreams but misses see the reason I ever took flight.

I am invisible. My words clear, the meaning foggy. Isolated in your company. Perhaps the problem is in the grasping. If I did not try so desperately to bridge our distance it might be more obvious that it cannot be done.

A curiosity — I am endlessly entertaining but never fulfilled. Accepted, but never seen. Why does everyone seem so ok with just the matters of the everyday?

I am drawing a line to protect my essence. To stop me from losing myself to the deafening chasm interposed between our two worlds.

An incomprehensible, yet legitimate axiom. Gosh, please let it be legitimate. You offered me forever and would have never let go.

You’re beautiful and blinded, and I can’t take away my own sight. I’d travel the world to find us the key to unlock both our vaults. But I couldn’t respect myself if I stayed. A hypocritical heart is bad enough — one unnoticed is unbearable. My every gesture tarnished by uncertainty. If I couldn’t offer myself whole, I’d have slowly withered away and taken you with me.

But the price’s never slim for the idealistic hope that the marriage of differences could equal a whole. A painful, yet necessary rite of passage in the blip of our existence.