I haven’t written in quite some time. I’ve been trying to think my way through articulating something more than my emotions.
To create a door of words that could open hearts the way mine has been opened.
Foolish though, to think words could do for you what a person has done for me.
It’s my hope then that you can imagine the dish, should you see the recipe.
The passage of time is essential. Vigorous speed in their presence, sluggish stagnation the further they are.
A morphed and transmuted observance of distance, conflict being the only measure for far.
Peace is closeness. There’s a piece of you always with them.
Your future ever present. Your past missing.
Confirmation bias arrests your ears. Love stories and songs sound obvious.
There’s only one problem and that problem is,
You’ll find that true love and obsession are closer than the finest fine line.
In fact, I can’t find the line. But at least they rhyme.