It's a funny thing distance.
We put it between ourselves and dangerous situations.
But what about when we put it between people we love?
Its unfortunate and it hurts.
well why though? were they dangerous to us, and our sense of self or we were dangerous to them.
It's never a easy answer.
But people put distance between themselves and their dead relatives, isn't it the same thing. That's distance to right?
Yes, but for us they're very much alive and we can close that distance if we wanted to.
Then why don't we?! END OUR SUFFERING!
we long for them... and all her wonders.
Were it so easy, we would not be here in this winter, feeling just how cold it can get, wanting to close this distance.
I dont care! I'm tierd of feeling this pain go straight through us down to our very bones.
What do you want us to do? Just reach out and say "Hi I'm back"
Do you know how tramatic that is! Do you know how much we've changed because of this distance, they wouldn't even recognize us we are akin to a new person!
No, we will endure this heart breaking, gut wrenching distance.
This distance is horrible.
Just think about the ones that can't endure it.
are they weak. Are we stronger then them? Why couldn't they endure the distance?
No, they're not weak, they're just lost, an have yet to find themselves.
Do you think they're at peace with the distance between us?
Maybe... I don't know. I hope so.

Lots of people say maybe in another life.

But seriously what the hell, why couldn't it be this one. ***** that another time another life crap.

Everyday I long for you, your grin the little squeaks you would make everytime I took you in my arms suddenly.

Every part of me longs for you... and I'm sorry we didn't make it. I didn't know what a privilege it was to have you, now it's to late.

Physically we are here, there is no doubt
Mentally we are aware, and fully appreciate our situation.
But emotionally? Please we both know we died 2 years ago.

I dont believe in love in first sight.
But when you caught my attention.
I felt that tug inside and all that remained.
Was a curiousty of how long would it take
For you to seep into my bones.
And make me forget everything I knew about love.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
That's a bias perspective.
People know what is beautiful and what is not.
What did the sculptures and painters and other simple craftsmen think about when they put their hands to their mediums.

Love, Death, the endless March of time serving as the beat to which the two dance.
These are things all artists have based their work on.

From the stone mason trying to have his work last long after he is gone to the basement wordsmith trying to capture how the love he has for his family is killing him.
It's hard to describe a thing of beauty or the amount of time that goes into its development.
I guess that's why they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Because only you and you alone can appreciate the work.