Distance isn't really distance.
One inch can be an inch,
Or it can be miles.
I can sit across the room from you and feel your fingers on my cheek,
I can lay states away and feel your hands in mine,
Or I can be right there, so close our atoms dance and mingle,
And be on the other side of the world.
Distance is a funny thing.
I am sending you off to a distant shore
With a foot of space
And a lot of wistful thoughts.
I am afraid
You will read over my shoulder.
I am sorry
I am so jumbled inside.
I wish I didn't hate walls
I wish I was a bit calmer.
The problem with me, really,
Is that once I taste connection
I cannot stand to be alone.
If you break my solitude, beware,
I will be hideously lonely whenever you are near
If you are not near.
Distance, see.
It's a funny thing.
Doesn't have rules like we have rules for it.
And I believe
That there is nothing quite so devastating
As suddenly being
On the other side of the world.