It's too late to go back to sleep, to second guess, to wish for a new beginning. The time has come to trust my instincts, to close my eyes, and leap. I'm through accepting limits, just because someone says they exist. For too long I've been afraid of losing love, which was not mine to lose. I sense a shift again, subtle, but significant. A rift has opened. You can barely see it, but it's there. Kiss me goodbye, so they won't bring me down, and by Her I swear, I shall defy gravity...
Did you notice how it didn't get easier? How even though the circumstances seem different, the challenges are more or less the same. If you knew what would happen, would you still do it? Would you still let yourself fall? It feels like an eternity has passed since we gazed into each others eyes, since we felt the warmth of our bodies, the way it lingered as we touched. The way I used to run my fingers through your hair, the way you used to do the same with mine. It may have been real, it may have been nothing, either way, it was an affair to remember...
When you're different, when you're special, you have to get used to being alone, by yourself, with only your imagination keeping you company. It's a road few choose, most are forced to walk it. Yet there are those who cherish their solitude, as it keeps them aware, awake, alive. I'm still not sure how I feel about it, because there are times when I dread both. So it seems, I am what I'll always remain; stuck together, torn apart...
