08-19-14

We lay together with our hands linked, but already we are sundered by form. Sight, touch, feeling, passing time--would that we shared the infinite span of each other's being... It is hard holding your hand and thinking how different it is, myself and the person existing in the recesses of your mind. Hello, stranger. Am I, or am I not... these random thoughts spill out of me like tears: soundless and sightless, flowing endlessly, senselessly. I fill a yawning void with unrelenting affection.

I'd have done better with your affirmation. Dost thou love me? But you are sleeping soundly, and there's only so much that you could hear me say.