Every day that moves me a long I am just a little further away... and it is a little harder for me to come back.
What I like is not what you like.
What I see is not what you see.
What I miss is not what you miss.
I am okay with there being no answer.
Alone is a thing that we have all been since the beginning, we simply enjoy the illusion of companionship until the lie gets to be too much to bear.
There was a time when someone tried to prove me wrong, but the fact that I was being honest made that proof impossible.
Close but the fact that it was close made it so far away.
Close but it would rip itself apart before it would be true.
Close but but it was a promise that was broken before it had even been thought of.
Life goes on but it really doesn't.