Like lightning in the distance, you're a force I can't grasp, can't fear nor admire. I yearn to feel a zap, a jolt of reality, but I'm still standing under this lonely tree.
I've been searching for something like you, and it seems like every time I catch a glimpse I watch it vanish within the whisper of the wind. It's like it never happened.
But it did.
I lay in bed with someone who tells me "you never give yourself up to love." It kills me to admit she's the most real thing I've ever had, but the left side of the mattress could just as soon hold a vacancy I've always known.
The thunder calls out from the night sky, and the clouds conceal those diamonds above.
I stare at a computer screen wondering whether or not to pierce through the guarded unknown. Some call it closure. Some call it the path to pain. I close the tab and find something else to dwell on.
It's just a name, a title. It's not like I'm the only one who feels this way. But we all know you don't need to be isolated to feel alone.
Shortly before becoming the same, I'll understand the difference between a storm and a passing rain. One day I may be the lightning, cradling the thunder and light the way through the clouds.
Until then, I'll lay under this tree and watch its leaves get carried off by the wind.