I don't know when I started to realize the hurt

The real reason why this feels like fingers pressed against glass

pushing

So fragile this barrier dividing us
with the answers so clear

And still

as if connection never existed
we live as strangers within ourselves

and with each other

Until there comes a day

where you finally realize
the glass is a mirror

And that
the anger
the resentment
the hurt

you thought you were seeing through


you were actually seeing reflected back













That's the day you wake up

see what you must





then take the steps to go where you should

I hate who I am

And I never want to get to the point
where I leave you


because I leave me.

I've only lived so many years

Only lived in so many places

Have only met so many people
And have only experienced so many things

But I've lived more than one life through every connection


Lived in all of the places they have been

Felt every feeling one feels with their loved ones








And have seen time as they have seen
it

unwind

And though it may seem impossible



through their eyes I see me

the world



in their reflection

Some days






I feel the wind

a little too well

And so I rest

as if every dream that has been




never was to begin with

sometimes silence is that friend you haven't seen in a long time, who you need to work past that awkward, "who are we together," stage again.