May 19th, 2009

Bound by paper but distanced by dimensions, you are all but a stranger to me. Nearly two decades to differ but so much to call us close, I can't help but stop and make me question myself. In an evaluation to find out more about you, I end up learning more about myself than I ever thought I would. Did you ever think I could make it this far? I don't know how I could possibly just let all this time pass me without knowing a single thing about you--me, well, us. I am told that I need to be you, but there's nowhere to go since our actions mirror each others, our feelings mimicking in the most viral way I can think of. You have become a threat, but I can't seem to shake this, not to mention you are yet another exhibit of my self-inflicted pain.