Here and There...

This is where I start. I move a bit forward and look back 10,000 times until I feel nothing. And I do this for a while until I start to picture you. And then my heart starts to race like broken glass on snowy evenings, crystal clear with ice, running fast. Present until the heat of summer makes it trickle down into a puddle of consciousness, and my eyes can't believe the mess. It's so nice. It's all I want. It's all I dream about. The moment when all the doubts of here and now fade into nothing and I can touch you without burning myself over and over and over. Running to the end of time. I am now just a vision in smoke. In the dreams that question existence and mindful decisions because conflict is our motivation. I am then only an image of prophecy, and how do you know it's real? You know because the haze of reality assures you. This is how you live. This is how I live in you. This is how you breathe. This is how I breathe in you. 

You are but my dream now, and fading faster than I ever did. And it makes me wish that endings would end, if that is possible. I can't help but disagree with the blueprint. And it makes me wonder if you ever feel the same. Of course you probably do, but I wonder. Yes, I wonder. Do you feel like me too? 

I am now waiting for you. Waiting for hours and minutes and seconds until you arrive. And when you do, I fall into the deepest sense of want and need. I want you now. I need you now. I want the meaning of life to carry me off into the blaze of the sun and the brilliance of the moon. I want to keep the last words of my innocence, but life told me no. So, I guess I failed to see beyond the mirrors today. What does that make me? Maybe a slave to standards. Maybe a figment of whatever the hell this place is. In any case, you're here and I am there and there's nothing else to it. Let us resume.