exhale.

Divide

It's almost as if there's a city, made of beautiful white marble, but surrounded by a glass wall.

And there I am.

On the outside looking in.

At you.

And there you are.

On the inside looking out.

At me.

The white city, just steps in front of me, so close I can place my hands on the glass, and miles behind me, a swirling black abyss which few would dare to approach.

It's a barren gray wasteland out here, beyond the wall,

but it's where I am.

The call of the city is appealing,

and it's where you are.

I know you'll never come outside the city, step beyond the glass wall, and I could never ask you to.

Maybe one day...

Maybe one day...I'll venture to the other side of the glass wall...

Maybe one day...I'll...

(Unfinished; 02/01/2017)