7, 8, 9 Billion People I’d Still Chose You, Why? I Don’t Know, I Just Know That I Would, If Wishes

Do I exist

Like I know I am here

I feel my body, I see everything around me

I smell smells

I hear things

I feel feels, I love and I am loved

But sometimes it doesn’t feel real

It’s hard to call it dissonance

But I feel untethered from time to time

Like most times I am not here

But the real me fights through the haze and I am me

In that moment

But that makes all the other moment not feel real

Okay it doesn’t sound coherent

Maybe it’s not

Maybe that’s the whole point

Hi there

I hope it hurts a little less today.

Distance

Initially or maybe still, I like space, for me to do me and for others to do them.

But space isn’t disconnect, is it? Maybe it’s the distance?

No it’s not that, it’s the lines drawn, that’s the distance

I feel distant from you lately, when I think of you sometimes, there is a little “O” in my head

Like you are still somehow, kinda in my life, but with a question mark

Maybe it’s just takes sometime, maybe we can close the distance and get back

Or maybe this is it

and so we stand, 2 lovers on opposite side of a great river without a clue on how to cross but unable to walk away maybe eventually we will find a way