Sunday, July 19, 2015

Distance

Always at a distance, no matter how close. As obvious as it seems, it will always be at a distance.

Talk and chances had and lost. They are now distant memories, or they should be anyway.

'Should does not apply' because it rhymes with 'would',  and that's too hypothetical for idealists.

We want to see the world we know fall, and the one we dream of, flourish.

Dreams are so distant.

So real, but like ideas, they are distant.

Watching and waiting from afar. Watching and waiting for the next drink from the fucking bar.

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