the unattainable is what we seek to take
we desire the things we can’t touch
the lips we cannot taste
we seek attention in online connections
searching throughout this social media infection
a world full of color, but it’s people are black and white
we strive for the drop of color that paints the corners of our lives
to love is to allow the world to be the canvas
and your dreams to be the paintbrush that colors the skies

As the universe expands-
We slowly drift apart.
The space between us will grow forever
and I’m okay with that.
I now understand that each of us are
unfathomably
eternally
perfectly
alone.
In our own heads.

Occasionally
a single intrepid photon slips through the veil
and I smile when I see it.
We were never really meant to be close,
but I am still happy to see
that you’re okay too.

You are an angel.
A bit like a bird, but less free.
A bird can fly and sing wherever she pleases,
but an angel's hands are bound in red ribbon,
constantly paranoid,
constantly pulled
this way and that
to ensure she never falls
off the straight and narrow path
losing her halo,
bruising and tearing her wings.

At night, one can hear her sing
attracting the attention of a bird
whose powerful talons may untangle the ribbon
and set her free.
But she dismisses her with a smile,
knowing that the one who has power over her
has thousands of eyes, watching her
every second of the day
every second of the night
constantly
always
from the eternal in between.

I was in heavenly bliss
Because for one night
I was his