Theme:
Different Worlds
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
In times we cross paths, my heart skip a beat for, in my mind, I can feel your heat radiate to my cold, lifeless body. I want to think you wanted me near; I want to think the narrow path was meant for us to share – but would you still look at me, without an odd expression, if you'll ever know these?
So, in fear of your reaction, I try to hide. I try to think that we're just as we are – different people who have, figuratively, different worlds. But, you'll see, once the distance is safe, once I could stare stealthily, I will and I do.
For every mention of your name, every sound of your voice and everything else about you – they turn my world around. Although just as every infatuation there is, once there's no mention of you name, sound of your voice or anything else about you, I forget that there really exist a connection between you and I.
In those times, my reminder takes place in reality:
We are just two different people who have, figuratively, two different worlds.
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